Letra
Ver letra con acordes
At the center where they go on weekdays
It takes hours just to slake that thirst
Heavy heels and a daunting pulse rate
Bad idea for your blistered toes
To my wheel, well youre getting close
So say adios
The conjecturers reject the rose
Don t stay high high-igh-igh-igh
On abuse
Sometimes it feels like the worlds s stuffed with feathers
Table-bottom gum just holding it together
A cold son, i am
A cold son, i am
You can chase it but it wont come easy
It s a revery so silver-quick
It gets solid when you re old and hazy
Takes no leverage to make me click
To my wheel, well youre getting close
The tension grows
Defy conjecture and accept the rose
Don t stay high high-igh-igh-igh
On abuse
Who was it that said the world is my oyster?
I feel like a nympho stuck in a cloister!
Cold son, i am
A cold son, i am
Face-plant stumble ahead
Victim of your rival pretensions know me
Face-plant stumble ahead
Rival to the bitter pretensions know me
Cold son, i am
A cold son, i am
Outro: x4