Testo Hands Met Hips, Heartache Met Lips Versus The Mirror
The stars could be ending in all oblivionbut if I was in your arms
your eyes would be my salvation
I turn and befriend this cancerous silence
in hope of a life that
has yet to leave the ground
the days without you are too long
and the days with you
are hardly long enough
she was buying cigarettes
from a burn victim with slit wrists
she was buying cigarettes
from a burn victim with slit wrists
In a wild dedication
I would set this world ablaze
if only that it would
turn your head one more time
she was buying cigarettes
from a burn victim with slit wrists
she was buying cigarettes
from a burn victim with slit wrists
Hands met hips, heartache met lips
Hands met hips, heartache met lips
Hands met hips, heartache met lips
Hands met hips, heartache met lips