Incubus. A Crow Left Of The Murder. Agoraphobia. Zeneszám

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Two people touching lips
Hands on each other's hips
Nothing in else in the world but one another

The 42nd floor
On a distant shore
I wonder how we've strayed so far from this

Remember when we were
Just flesh and bone
You sir may have forgotten how good your world can be

So, put down your hollow tips
And kiss your lovers lips
And know that fate is what we make of it

Please end this, please end this
Before this ends us, ends us

I wanna stay inside
I wanna stay inside for good
I wanna stay inside
For good

I read the news today
And everything they say
Just makes me want to stay inside and wait

But the better part of me knows
That waiting in the throws
Is on par with reading with my eyes closed

"What Can I do?", You say
"It's just another day
In the life of Apes with ego trips"

Put down your hollow tips
And kiss your lover's lips
And know that fate is what we make of it

Please end this, please end this
Before this ends us, ends us

I wanna stay inside
I wanna stay inside for good
I wanna stay inside
For good

I'm gonna stay inside
I'm gonna stay inside for good
I'm gonna stay inside
For Good

I wanna stay inside
I wanna stay inside for good
I wanna stay inside
Don't want to stay inside for good