A symphony of dying sings
returning patrons to their seats
dead opera hiss and roar the sky
push and pulling satellites
everybody's saying grace
to tidal waves and empty plates
we turn the clocks ahead
and hope to wake up
well nothing feels like anything
and when it hurts you know it's love
dead opera hiss and roar the sky
and when it hurts you know it's love
we tear at skin until it's gone
and when it hurts you know it's love
we turn the lights down low
and watch the earth explode
(well I know about a million words,
so I always know just what to say)
Tenha acesso a benefícios exclusivos no App e no Site
Chega de anúncios
Badges exclusivas
Mais recursos no app do Afinador
Atendimento Prioritário
Aumente seu limite de lista
Ajude a produzir mais conteúdo