How do we want it
Desires always strange
Yellow coffin
Doesn't that seem strange-ay-ange
I never knew that
You could see colors from the grave
I guess that's just the consequence of fame
I'm pulling you closer
(Fame)
I'm drawing you near
(Fame)
The dark walls surround us
(Fame)
I'm sensing your fear
These aren't our ghost stories
Only our proclamations of the game
Touch it or take it
I don't need you to be laughing in vain
There aren't our ghost stories
Only our proclamations of the game
Touch it or take it
I don't need you to be laughing in vain
How do we want it?
Desires always change
A senile prophet
Doesn't that seem strange
I always knew that
Disbelieving all the hearsay
Would be the consquence of fame
I'm pulling you closer
(Fame)
I'm drawing you near
(Fame)
The dark walls surround us
(Fame)
I'm sensing your fear
These aren't our ghost stories
Only our proclamations of the game
Touch it or take it
I don't need you to be laughing in vain
There aren't our ghost stories
Only our proclamations of the game
Touch it or take it
I don't need you to be laughing in vain
