This is Gospel for the fallen ones. Locked away in permanent slumber. Assembling their philosophies. From pieces of broken memories. . Oh Woah-oh. (This is the beat of my heart This is the beat of my heart).
She paints her fingers with a close precision. He starts to notice empty bottles of gin. And takes a moment to assess the sin she's paid for. A lonely speaker in a conversation.
[Intro]. Let me hear you say somethin'. . [Verse 1]. Sorry to get sentimental tonight. (That perfume lingers in your hair). It's just that everything reminds me of things.
I got so sick of being on my own. Now the devil won't leave me alone. It's almost like I found a friend. Who's in it for the bitter end. Our consciences are always so much heavier than our egos.
Placing a smile at the perfect event. Gracing your skin with the side of my hand. If I ever leave I could learn to miss you. But "Sentimental Boy" is my nom de plume.
Time is never time at all.. You can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth.. And our lives are forever changed; we will never be the same..
Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor. Just for the attention.. Cause that's just ridiculously odd. Well, she sure is gonna get it. Here's the setting.
Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor. Just for the attention.. Cause that's just ridiculously odd. Well, she sure is gonna get it. Here's the setting.
Please leave all overcoats, canes and top hats. With the doorman. From that moment you'll be out of place. And underdressed. . I'm wrecking this evening already and.
This is Gospel for the fallen ones. Locked away in permanent slumber. Assembling their philosophies. From pieces of broken memories. . Oh Woah-oh. (This is the beat of my heart This is the beat of my heart).
Boys and girls of every age. Wouldn't you like to see something strange?. Come with us and you will see. This, our town of Halloween. . This is Halloween, this is Halloween.
I won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair. It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere. My hair, my hair. . If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse.
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Oh, the good, the bad, and the dirty. Oh, the good, the bad, and the dirty. . Truth is that it was always going to end. This symphony buzzing in my head.
Sit tight, I'm gonna need you to keep time. Come on, just snap-snap-snap your fingers for me. Good, good, now we're making some progress. Come on, just tap-tap-tap your toes to the beat.
Whether near or far. I am always yours. Any change in time. We are young again. . Lay us down. We're in love. Lay us down. We're in love. . Oh.... Oh....
She paints her fingers with a close precision. He starts to notice empty bottles of gin. And takes a moment to assess the sin she's paid for. A lonely speaker in a conversation.
(Only for you. Only for you). . They said 'If you don't let it out. You're gonna let it eat you away'. I'd rather be a cannibal, baby. Animals like me don't talk anyway.
Things are shaping up to be pretty odd. Little deaths in musical beds. So it seems I'm someone I've never met. . You will only hear these elegant crimes.
Things are shaping up to be pretty odd. Little deaths in musical beds. So it seems I'm someone I've never met. . You will only hear these elegant crimes.