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Στοίχοι: Dead Letter Office. Complications. Pulling Teeth.


You can't write a song to make somebody love you.
You can't find the words they don't exist.
Try to force the feelings light the spark, the bile.
My soul is willing but my bones give in.

The seed that peaks in the summer.
With the moon and the stars unfurled.
Words vibrating in the air, Scratch the skin for a shot at the bone.
Lying back in the shadows.
I just wanna move the world.
So be my muse or be my god and tell me something that I need to know!

Kill me in my sleep so I don't have to feel it.
Dressed in black beneath fluorescent lights.
Kiss me on the mouth to stop the words from coming out and ruining this perfect night.

The seed that peaks in the summer.
With the moon and the stars unfurled.
Words vibrating in the air, Scratch the skin for a shot at the bone.
Lying back in the shadows.
I just wanna move the world.
So be my muse or be my god and tell me something that I need to know...
Dead Letter Office