Ed Tullett, Novo Amor - Faux текст песни

Clone
Caught hold of your flood lung
Harbour your 'someone'
Prevent me Shown
You swoon in your lace run
Brooding, a quilt tongue
Pining me Calm
Clot, cold, and bleed
Calm
Clot, cold, and bleed
Bone
Pull over your midriff
Labour your inches
Widow me Hone
All crimson and hinges
Tarot and itches
Corner me Faux
Shot, sold and bleed
Faux
Shot, sold and bleed
Faux
Shot, sold and bleed
Faux
Shot, sold and bleed
Cower all your cinders, fake us Bower in your shivers, shake us Cower all your cinders, fake us Bower in your shivers, shake us Cower all your cinders, fake us Bower in your shivers, shake us Cower all your cinders, fake us Bower in your shivers, shake us Cower all your cinders, fake us Bower in your shivers, shake us Cower all your cinders, fake us Bower in your shivers, shake us Cower all your cinders, fake us