In the breef little moments,
where time stands still.
And theres no safe returning,
to the wastelands.
In the pallace on fire,
all the drinks are free.
If you lay to rest there,
you will stay forever.
In disguise,
in this cold hard, weeping night.
I would drown my tears,
with placebo.
And luck decides if i should see, tomorrow.
When the winds are quiet, but deceiving.
Let me go ill burn it up again.
ooo-part
We throw their body,
before they pass away.
We could lay down inside,
and vanish
They see times are a changing,
but who pays the calls.
While the sun is beating on us,
they will linger.
In disguise,
in this cold hard, weeping night.
I would drown my tears,
with placebo.
And luck decides if i should see, tomorrow.
Where the winds are quiet, but deceiving.
Let me go ill burn it up again.
I would draw my tears,
with placebo.
And luck decides if i should see, tomorrow.
when the winds are quiet, but deceiving.
let me go ill burn it up again.
ooo-part
