One more night spent on your mirror. Black maria, in your eyes. This stuff so strange and lonely. England fades away. In your eyes. . Two o'clock in the morning.
We'll turn away in a passive decision. We'll take the steps through the unmarked door. A look back for another collision. But the boys of the spires. Are boys no more.
And she came to look for me. Sold me name and innocence. Took my key. And told me to follow her down. From igor with her bangles and her reference. One from the church from the valley of the.