Were you crushed? Did I rush you? All my time is yours my twisted heart is yours The faithless shit is yours, the shameless fits of love That only smother
Were you crushed Did I rush you All my time is yours My twisted heart is yours The faithless shit is yours The shameless fits of love that only smother
Пераклад: Локаць. Asleep In The Back.
Any day now how's about getting out of this place. Any ways. Got a lot of spare time. Some of my youth and all of my senses on overdrive. What's got
Were you crushed Did I rush you All my time is yours My twisted heart is yours The faithless shit is yours The shameless fits of love that only
Found a hole and slipped on through Kissed the stone and learnt the lines Jumped the cue all the time forgetting you Best dishevelled lover 3yrs
't need discipline Twilights tailing I had self belief (They don't compromise) This has battered me That's my history Hold this shaking frame Pull this back
Don't mix your drinks Don't mix with him. It will kill you one day. Good advice. Sound advice. You need to be like him, like me. Look what you could
The whole towns slippin down a hill. Like the spine of something dead. Slide in shadow cobble-creep. Burn your mark and leave. The trench conventions
I'll be the corpse in your bathtub Useless I'll be as deaf as a post If you hold me like a newborn Whisper what you feel My badly strung declaration
and dress in ribbons. Babycakes In despair or incoherent. Nothing in between China white, my bride tonight Smiling on the tiles Bring that minute back
My brother fear is only natural You need to chill your fucking bones You will feel Christ-like When it's breathing in and out Right there on the
through the room leaving perfume in the air And that's what triggered this. I come back here from time to time I shelter here some days. A high-back
Come as you are sweetheart, come as you are. You know you've got nothing to prove I'll put you to bed you can let it all go You've been playing too
You're a girl in this vicinity I'm a dog without a collar on This cattle-market cabaret Is the Sabbath every Saturday I'm full of wit and chivalry
: Were you crushed Did I rush you All my time is yours My twisted heart is yours The faithless shit is yours The shameless fits of love that only
