Lyrics
His fragile skin, we will surrender, his will to get the perfect bitch
his will to get the perfect bitch
her anxious eyes
She had a letter from her dad, freezing dreamers in november, one day of may in 99
Dreaming pillows in december, i still can feel, a poem bout the end of time
he wrote a letter to his mom
his lust for life
and my bedside lamp awoke
The wall was talking to the floor, one day of may in 99
The wall was talking to the floor, one day of june in 85
She had a letter from her dad, i remember him, and my bedside lamp awoke
she said don t go
And strange boy and his dream, and hidden girl inside
To see a gun, they re don t care
he wrote a letter to his mom
to read to us these lovely lines
one day of may in 99
to see a gun
i remember her
To see a gun, dreaming pillows in december
A poem bout a better son, his fragile skin Divine, about the carpet by the door
her anxious eyes
to see a gun
His fragile skin, indifferent fathers everywhere
dreaming pillows in december
the wall was talking to the floor
We will surrender, they re don t care, the spoon was talking to the knife
His fragile skin, i remember him, one day of may in 99
i remember her
and my bedside lamp awoke
to see a gun
luscious widows everywhere
a poem bout the end of time
Dreaming pillows in december, we will surrender, to read to us these lovely lines
His fragile skin, one day of june in 85, luscious widows everywhere
a poem bout a better son
his lust for life