Tekster: Pierce The Veil. Currents Convulsive.

So congratulations
Break a leg tonight, what a shame
I heard the understudy died under the knife
Crying backwards under bedroom lights

The operation
I don't think you'll ever want to love me
You'd gotta listen to your doctor, doctor

Sober up and bury the empty cup
In a backyard of Seattle we used to lie

When I sew you up
Don't let me stop bleeding
Tiny stitches
That you placed into my skin

Won't let me go, oh no, oh no
And they're ruining the mood
So I'll toast every beat of my heart
Like a miracle

And I don't think you'll ever want to love me
You gotta listen to your doctor, doctors lie, lie, lie
If the dollar is right, oh, my sweet little girl
Hold your mouth and you'll be alright

Gather round, gather round
Ladies and gentlemen
Come from far come from wide
The moment you?ve all been waiting for

Tonight, join us as we explore
The spine-chilling mystery of death
And the miracle of resurrection

Please understand me
When I'd rather see you dead
Than live without me
So thirsty for more

Beyond the sea blue light
I met the love of my life
She'd rather see me dead
Than face me

I like your starry eyes
They yell surprise, surprise
I'm in love but not for long

Our operation
Call off the operation
Our operation
Call off , off, off

Another wave has turned its back on me
Crashed back on the eyes of the first I see
Can't count on anything
For you I'd count the salt under the sea