Lyrics

Vilest are the features in the face Sleepless and in sync this golden age Where lovers turn to leaches in the sheets Grab your armour here we go again When time rolls round Seek it out and sleep 'till you're completely bound to me Did Mr. Mystery's fingers come to play? For I've heard you've been sleeping with the Wicker Man While the you you've left behind sweeps your mind's basement Does that kid still paint you pictures now and then? When dying globes glow Twinkling storms It turns me on It keeps you bound to me To me Hot on the case They come again Silently scissor-eyed Caught in the craze? Losing the faith? Don't you know I am your bible? Hot on the case They come again Silently scissor-eyed Caught in the craze? Losing the faith? Don't you know I am your bible? Hot on the case They come again Silently scissor-eyed Caught in the craze? Losing the faith? Don't you know I am your bible? Don't you know I am your bible?
Writer(s): Eddy Ellison, Max Dalton, Pete Greenwood, Sam Dalton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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