6 acessos
Well i guess you left me with some feathers in my hand
did it make it any easier to leave me where i stand?
i guess there might not be too many who would stand beside younow
where'd you come from?Where am i going?
why'd you leave me 'till i'm only good for...
waiting for you
all my sins...
i said that i would pay for them if i could come back to you
all my innocence is wased on the dead and dreaming
everynight these silhouettes appear above my head
little angels of the silences that climb into my bed andwhisper
"everytime i fall asleepeverytime i dream
why'd you leave us 'till we're only good for...
waiting for you"
all my sins...
i said that i would pay for them if i could come back to you
all my innocense is wasted on the dead and dreaming
i dream of Michaelangelo when i'm lying in my bed
little angels hang above my head and read me like an open book
suck my bloodbreak my nerveoffer me thier arms
well, i will not be an enemy of anything
i'll only stand here
waiting for you
all my sins...
i said that i would pay for them if i could come back to you
all my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming