Well I'm fozen in like a soldier don't know where it stays all over the place time froze like an ocean don't know the taste of a never ending ache (Chorus
My arms are all twisted The only thing I miss is I messed up I missed it, I messed up, the missing of you It's getting to sound like they’ve seen you
other boys and you can hold me tight yeah, on a motorbike and we can make some noise yeah we can do this right modern things modern things yeah, modern things yeah
Pack up I'm straight I'm not I'm say say say... (Chorus) Wait they don't love you like I love you Made off Don't stray Well my kinds your kind I'll
who makes me wanna kill I got a man who makes me wanna kill Yeah We're all gonna burn in hell. I said we're all gonna burn in hell Because we do what we gotta go Yeah
Wasteful season take my hand Take the place of the snakes who ran Savage things wash over me A crime that leaves a heated greed Oh Machine, Machine I
I couldn't see I couldn't hear It shut me off when you were near Like a cloud a dusty mirror It disappears You disappear All the sudden all alone I'm
Green hours, blue rope Well hot wax for hearts are cold We are 3, We are 3 in the dark tonight And baby my snake is a shark tonight, Hah! He’s got youth
All my loves are hidden in pieces all my loves are within a wild night (x4) if they are still up high well throw them to the sea (x3) watch the murder
Verse 1: Turn yourself around! You weren't invited! Turn yourself around! You weren't invited! Good, good things Happen in bad towns Good, good things
Whenever I wake up Try and take the shape of Turn into the whole wide world I made up Ah The lights are going off Go where the lights turn dark Go
i'll dig you up oh overnight i'll dig you up i'll dig you up i got a heart at the cemetary no cheers they're really scary r.i.p.,r.i.p.yeah,r.i.p,man
Gold lion is Gonna tell me where the lot is Gold lion is Gonna tell me where the lot is Take our hands Out of control Take our hands Out of control Now
I find it in an atlas Or flipping over old news Check what’s in the trash bag Well just a little part of you Well just a little part of you I beg your
no fame all there is all there was on the second lady can't take a cent take a cut of that kind of ran I'll stand kind of bent kind of pushed on that
I got a date with the night burnin down my finger Gonna catch the kids dry gonna walk on water Buying out the fight we're sweatin in the winter Gonna
Son of a crowded bed Son of a cloudy night Well find your love's gonna count for me, your love's gonna count for me We'll count down (8x) Yeah Waitin
tide I'd rather die Then say goodbye And watch you go Go go go Cold light Hot night Be my heater be my lover And we could do it to each other Yeah we
