3 acessos
I can't make our plans,
You separate in my hands,
You slip between the crooked lights,
I don't care.
I don't care if I die, if you wind up dead.
"Subvert normality" was our anthem.
Let's say we sit waist-deep within a snowdrift until our bodies are warm,
Until our bodies are warm.
The monk-ish hum of mercury is vaporized at night,
Biting through the sidewalk first,
Then the earth.
I don't care if I die, if you wind up dead.
"Subvert normality" was our anthem.
Let's say we sit waist-deep within a snowdrift until our bodies are warm,
Until our bodies are warm.
Let's say we sit waist-deep within a snowdrift until our bodies are warm,
Until our bodies are warm.
I don't care if I die, I don't care if I wind up dead...