歌词
Take me in and take my arm. I think this could be love
Have me in the bridal suite. Digestion overcome
Fake her out with vinyl sheets. This problem hasn't come
Blackened meat like Irish feet. Just look what I've become
Worry tomorrow, but mix me with blood
Cry out tomorrow, but mix me with blood
Take your time, but ruin mine. To feel, but not become
Exit life and future gripe existing in a ball
A bargain life. The darkest times can change but never show
Take me in and take my hand. I'd love to see you crawl
Worry tomorrow, but mix me with blood
Cry out tomorrow, but mix me with...
Worry tomorrow, but mix me with blood
Cry out tomorrow, but mix me with blood
Written by: Henry Font
