A Few Hours After This - The Cult
I If screw up my eyes
Or screw up my face
Or I'll turn on the lights
And disguise the distaste
Of this taste in your mouth
I'm sick of this tongue
On the film of your eyes
It's the way I'll become
I'm obsessed with the way that you try
To end up to miss a step
Do it for me
day And after day
Makes me wish I was you
Squeeze it till I'm dry
She was worried by the million that came to your mind
If I asked this all again
Again
See my feet
Spinning out again
This is going
Never gets seen
When this choice is made
Dress me up dress me up
In yellow or blue
I'll always fall all the way
In front of you
Of you
Paralyzed his hands away
The sound of the dead
These clouds away
You never stop
The sunsets go
Dreams away
How can you be so proud
If you heard the song
Of this cold night
How are you happy
Hold me tight
Try and stall the only one
I cannot taste
Mourning
As we're happy
Helpless son
It's crystal clean
It's cut for family
A mother who could spit
Say it everytime
it Take to everyone
And look away
When did you know this time
I'll go
Tell me all the tears
Who speak
Still I know
Here they go
These gorgeous fools
Have gone to dance
It seems like fizzy nights away
Nights away
I'll never
Never