: No one understands, the way you found your God, there's a bullet in your hands, Give a dog a bone, feed him for the day, and teach him how to kill
: You don't know love like you used to. You don't feel love like you did before. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! You ran with the dead today, with the
: A bruised full moon Play fights with the stars, This Place is our prison, it's cells are the bars So take me to town I wanna dance with the city
: Make our escape, you?re my own papillon. The world turns too fast, feel love before it?s gone. It kicks like a sleep twitch! My papillon, feel love
: I don't wanna be ignored, oh God, when I'm calling off this fight. You're chewing with an open mouth, raw meat, your blood drool attracts the flies
heart...) Swallow your venom, (will explode) You're too young, (as we walk...) Hold your tongue. (...the fleet road) The Editors - Walk The Fleet Road Ringtone The Editors
: Ain?t it just like the old days, Wait and see how the hand plays, Living out our second-hand cliches, Ain?t it just like the old days. You are
: The kids are dancing tonight, maybe we'll join them. There's blood in the air tonight, it crushes the boredom. Grab your coats, get to the boats, head
: Girl You did this to yourself. I wish your good heart and good health Once, your ships were coming in Now your hands have shed the final skin Scratching
: Baby don't go and lose it again, You would always run, Out of the sun and into the rain. This house just creeps, it won't let you sleep. All that
: I don't think that it's Gonna rain again today There's a devil at your side But an angel on her way Someone hit the light 'Cause there's more
: Here's where the wind leaves its mark across your face, And the ocean knows more than we'll ever know. Wake from our sleep, we are crippled but unique
: Pull the blindfold down So your eyes can't see Now run as fast as you can Through this field of trees Say goodbye to everyone you have ever known
: When the time comes You're no longer there Fall down to my knees Begin my nightmare Words spill from my drunken mouth I just can't keep them all in
: It creeps all over you like a dull ache Think of all the things your hands could make It pulls you to the ground like soaking wet gloves The change
: How can you always be late for your arrival? You know I'd forgive you every single time Retreat, retreat I've fallen at the low tide Oh retreat,
: There's blood in the sky, It bleeds from the land Behind those eyes, Diamonds turn to sand. Such a beautiful fall, I saw the surface break, The
: Theres spiders in your room But there always will be There's people to be fooled And there always has been Hold out your hand Hold out your hand
