歌曲 | Terrible Parties |
歌手 | Trance to the Sun |
专辑 | Atrocious Virgin |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
The Violet stems of strangling premonitions | |
You said something in your sleep and turned toward the wall | |
A second skin of sweat in a thickening snowstorm of horrible words | |
And I am sure they are not mine | |
I'll take you to terrible parties where nothing but angst is served | |
Exploding match head gossips | |
You're not there when the smoke clears the room | |
Suicide not written in lipstick | |
Badly spelt apology | |
You're singing songs to your vodka | |
“There's no one but you and me” | |
Above your head a girl on a tightwire is holding a parasol | |
She dances in the gloom | |
She's got a smile and no expectations | |
And tricks up her skirt we're sure you'll adore…. | |
Since when has there been a way out of the trap we set for you? | |
And you thought that you knew us. |
The Violet stems of strangling premonitions | |
You said something in your sleep and turned toward the wall | |
A second skin of sweat in a thickening snowstorm of horrible words | |
And I am sure they are not mine | |
I' ll take you to terrible parties where nothing but angst is served | |
Exploding match head gossips | |
You' re not there when the smoke clears the room | |
Suicide not written in lipstick | |
Badly spelt apology | |
You' re singing songs to your vodka | |
" There' s no one but you and me" | |
Above your head a girl on a tightwire is holding a parasol | |
She dances in the gloom | |
She' s got a smile and no expectations | |
And tricks up her skirt we' re sure you' ll adore. | |
Since when has there been a way out of the trap we set for you? | |
And you thought that you knew us. |
The Violet stems of strangling premonitions | |
You said something in your sleep and turned toward the wall | |
A second skin of sweat in a thickening snowstorm of horrible words | |
And I am sure they are not mine | |
I' ll take you to terrible parties where nothing but angst is served | |
Exploding match head gossips | |
You' re not there when the smoke clears the room | |
Suicide not written in lipstick | |
Badly spelt apology | |
You' re singing songs to your vodka | |
" There' s no one but you and me" | |
Above your head a girl on a tightwire is holding a parasol | |
She dances in the gloom | |
She' s got a smile and no expectations | |
And tricks up her skirt we' re sure you' ll adore. | |
Since when has there been a way out of the trap we set for you? | |
And you thought that you knew us. |