In your house, your daddy's car You salt the slugs, keep at bay Happy when your eyes are closed In vogue this year I hate your kind I just can't
All the clouds are black Mother is cried out Someone else broke my fall I don't remember Internationally bastardised Internationally tongue-tied
life Watched way too many American films To be John Wayne, Brando or James Dean Waiting so long for your wrists to get thick Waiting so long for the next great party
always right A new fight for a last rite A new fight for a last rite You can fight a new fight You can fight it's alright You're the life of the party
If you're cold and you're alone And he don't know where to go You can call me anytime Nothing's changed I am still here And if your running out of breath
In two more years, my sweetheart, we will see another view such longing for the past for such completion What was once golden has now turned a shade
This is not a competition You will see when I am gone Can't you see that I am trying? Love fifteen; fifteen all I made a vow to carry you home If you
If your right hand is causing you pain Cut it off cut it off If your colours have started to run Let them all run, run away from you There is lightning
When you said tulips I knew that you're mine When I caught you there Crying in the night Wearing my jacket Wearing that smile I knew that I'd found you
Been thinking little thoughts Keep walking try to stay up Attention to the details We go slowly, slowly down I'll go back if you ask I'll go back if
All my thoughts are of ice All my thoughts are of ice All my bones are so tired All my bones are so tired So young and so handsome So easily led They
never get the record to stop Breaking the habit is impossible what happened to Tak He's unleashed, he's a beast so Sledge hand me a bloc Party, whats
: In your house, your daddy's car You salt the slugs, keep at bay Happy when your eyes are closed In vogue this year I hate your kind I just can
: All the clouds are black Mother is cried out Someone else broke my fall I don't remember Internationally bastardised Internationally tongue-tied
: All my thoughts are of ice All my thoughts are of ice All my bones are so tired All my bones are so tired So young and so handsome So easily led They
: If your right hand is causing you pain Cut it off cut it off If your colours have started to run Let them all run, run away from you There is lightning
