Letras:
Bright Eyes Smoke Without Fire

won't condone another moan, not when everything is fine. So in a drought learn to dance. And pray the dead will return. And dream of smoke without fire

won't condone another moan, not when everything is fine. So in a drought learn to dance. And pray the dead will return. And dream of smoke without fire

won't condone another moan, not when everything is fine. So in a drought learn to dance. And pray the dead will return. And dream of smoke without fire

that every time i smoke my nose bleed and head hurt? i aint buying ur shit no more i swear, need the stickey icky green with the bright white glare. "

Fall fires burning neath black twisted boughs Sacrifice to above Smoke swirling quickly towards misting clouds Offering of this blood Into the flames

's moon are roaming The temples of the heather gods. Great worm whose tail rests in its mouth, The circle-without-end burns bright, Brood o'er the far

Fall fires burning neath black twisted boughs Sacrifice to above Smoke swirling quickly towards misting clouds Offering of this blood Into the flames

empty without yours. Emotions are footprints in the rain, but my heart pounds like a... Chorus: Train wreck, the subway's on fire. I'll do my best to save what I save. Smoke

need my stripes. And I read the lines until I lid my eyes, and I'm losing time without him. And I ignite inside and I flash with fire and I limp from