(kids singing french)
|
|
My wingtips once a close naive
|
wood floors they creek
|
innocently down the stairs
|
drab melody (?)
|
my precocive feet
|
serve cobweb headaches as a
|
matching set of marching clocks
|
the slobbering apparitions that they've come to wake up
|
|
Here i am
|
composing a burlesque
|
out of where they rest their necks
|
sunken in their splintered cradles
|
and ramshackled hands
|
they asked for it
|
as a girl you had set your heart on haunting
|
me forever from the start it's never silence
|
|
Ever since we met, I only shoot up with your perfume
|
It's the only thing
|
That makes me feel as good as you do
|
Ever since we met, I've got just one regret through and through
|
And that one regret is you
|
|
How does a heart love
|
if no one has noticed it's presence
|
and that does not count
|
trembling hands but my heart
|
lacks the tremble
|
the beats gone and lost in the (?)
|
you had set your heart on haunting
|
me forever from the start it's never silence
|
|
Ever since we met, I only shoot up with your perfume
|
It's the only thing
|
That makes me feel as good as you do
|
Ever since we met, I've got just one regret through and through
|
And I regret never letting you know
|
|
|
Ever since we met, I only shoot up with your perfume
|
It's the only thing
|
That makes me feel as good as you do
|
Ever since we met, I've got just one regret through and through
|
And that one regret is you
|
|
(Mona Lisa, Pleased to please ya)
|
|
-----------------
|
Nearly Witches
|
| Panic! At The Disco |
