: Kalifornia, have you gone wild? I'm sifting through your, dark miles. Reaching out for you, in the headlights' glare. But you're way too devious, to
: ...And in the corner of this room lucifer's now observing I'm swaggering past the wall of fiends surely it makes her nervous what's in the bag exchanging
: You pretend that you're alright; The worst noise is when you are keeping quiet. I see you're not the kind of girl, Who will dramatise, traumatise.
: A butterfly is in your hair reminding us it is that time of year a cool shade and a spot in the sun a cold struggle but the tiresome brawl is won how
: So pull me out of this dream turn off the television put on a romantic vinyl and come to bed again please be my next morning flower but don't be here
: I wish I knew where This devious road ends Dog fights in the street lights or indifference? Death hangs patiently under the mirrorball And no one seems
: 3am and 7 blocks away we can see him sigh and feel im sway speaking out his frozen sympathy penning down a sense he doesn't feel stroke his cheek
: Yes the black magic worked and it might be well deserved with a pin through my third eye but the long frozen stare shooting holes in stagnant air sends
the neighbourhood but he's an old guy probably delirious. So anyway the other day me and ricco decided to break in. To see what the dark palace was
: When it feels like you?ve been cancelled Like someone took your breath away To replace it with ether And you stagger in eadwind all day It?s too easy
I wish I knew where This devious road ends Dog fights in the street lights or indifference? Death hangs patiently under the mirrorball And no one seems
Tradução: Cachemira. No Balance Palace.
When it feels like you?ve been cancelled Like someone took your breath away To replace it with ether And you stagger in eadwind all day It?s too easy
...And in the corner of this room lucifer's now observing I'm swaggering past the wall of fiends surely it makes her nervous what's in the bag exchanging
Kalifornia, have you gone wild? I'm sifting through your, dark miles. Reaching out for you, in the headlights' glare. But you're way too devious, to
Yes the black magic worked and it might be well deserved with a pin through my third eye but the long frozen stare shooting holes in stagnant air sends
