You provoke tears that stain You control my face You arrange it to show A broken expression I hate to be the bearer of bad news As the cracks appear to run But we'll meet again on better terms. I Hope to god we, get out alive...
You provoke tears that stain You control my face You arrange it to show A broken expression I hate to be the bearer of bad news As the cracks appear to run But we'll meet again on better terms. I Hope to god we, get out alive...