Every time I think of pushing you down the stairs I lick my lips But don't be upset, its the only way I know how To show you that I really care I lie
In a tiny little cave A dog is sleeping on his back Iron chains around his leg But he's purring loud enough to snap I see blood around his snout
All your sympathy?s gone Onto needles and pins And the scratch on your cheek When the dye is cast red Pillars melted to wood Shallow breath that you
Fordítás: Battle Of Mice. Lamb And The Labradour.
Fordítás: Battle Of Mice. Alvás és álom.
