Tekster:
Spill Canvas

Yeah, he's a looker But I really think it's guts that matter most I displayed them for you Strewn out about from coast to coast I am easily make believe

I had the notion that you'd make me change my ways My bad habits would be gone in a matter of days I had the feeling that you'd open up my eyes To a whole

I found fountains of imagery That are passing through me like a knife From a group of friends That prefer to attack from the back I'm trying to grasp

In the chilly hours and minutes of uncertainty I long to be in the warm hold of your love and mind To feel you all around And to take your hand along

If your feet hurt from walking too much Then I will tend to them with a velvet touch If your lungs just don't wanna work today Then I'll perform a mouth

I used to wanna feel your summer sweat Seeping right into my eyes I used to wanna feel your body quake When I sink my teeth into your thighs Where did

Blacked out falling on the floor tonight That's what I do to feel the light You tow the open line that draws me in Everytime I sink a little lower In

All alone in the still of my apartment. D-double take, apparitions in the darkness Oh, oh, oh. There you are I'm a fiend I gotta have it Need a fix,

Rock on gold dust woman And take your silver spoon and dig your grave Heartless challenge Pick your path and I'll pray and I'll pray Wake up in the morning