Afraid to grade Wouldn't it be fun? Cross says floss Wouldn't it be fun? Wet your bed Wouldn't it be fun? Sun felt numb Wouldn't it be fun? "Your eyes
[Adapted from the poem "The Storm" by Alison LR Davies] It starts as a faint purr, rippling, beckoning, stealing the evening's baking heat. It steps
Well I feel just like an acord on an old flat top guitar I've been used till I can't stand it anymore You've been tended out of here so much to find you
Now I?m running out of reasons And I spoke too soon The clock weighs on the counter top And everything is sinking through the floor You hold the door
You said you?d never get tired of me You swore that there was no one who made you feel like I made you feel Now I don?t feel anything at all I?m numb
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Afraid - to grade Wouldn't it be fun? Cross, self loss Wouldn't it be fun? Wet your bed Wouldn't it be fun? Sun felt numb Wouldn't it be fun? Your eyes
[Special-edition bonus track] And now I'm running out of reasons. And I spoke too soon. The clock weighs on the counter top. Everything is sinking through
And now I?m running out of reasons. And I spoke too soon. The clock weighs on the counter top. Everything is sinking through the floor. You hold the door
In memory of losing you Take it for granted Do I want to know you well Do I want to know you well Sing sweet lullaby's to pass the time If you only knew
Non scrivi piu e non ti sento piu, so quel che fai e un po' ho paura, sai. Son senza sole le strade di Rosario, fa male al cuore avere un figlio straordinario
Mourn the silence again Sic your fate as I rise, Blaze tears and grace Karma shows the end Nightfall shadows, Death embraced Awakes human fear Arise
...prepared in innocence to meet our king of glory and so we have this you have it in your secret windows and you're understanding to understand it and
Their success hinges on our willingness to succumb To participate in their masquerade- Without the hinges The door to their sick dream crashes to the
HEY! You, you are the lowest high And I, I think I just hit the ground Got too much of a good thing going to let it all go now It's nothing I can't take
Translation: Eda-Ines Etti. Hinges Kurbus.
Translation: Haste The Day. Pressure The Hinges.