Letras:
Stiletto Formal The

Tonight I drink to you! On this dead-end flat I infiltrate the high-rise night. This crystal filled with cheap champagne is neglected and left to multiply

The parallels in visage are uncanny and distinct, are you present? This apparition grants me with a synapse of distraction since your passing. As particles

The taste. Oh the saturation of the arid ballroom Oh, its step by step then dip into the light Of the chandelier that implicates this moment will become

Tonight our words are forming boundaries, coercing us into this silhouette of blatant fiction. It wavers. Oh, just then you threw your arms around me

Well the night is young and so we dance to pierce this shameless statute still I would love to be the suitor to kill the motion. And when the dance is