Из альбома: Each Man Kills the Thing He Loves
Torn between the light and the dark the heathen smiles, the tell tale heart he hides away, it is his home his saving grace, he lives alone the silence cuts so deep within for all is lost he
Never win secrets come and secrets go, that only his heart ever knows and outside is the real world, the weird and the wonderful he is afraid to be alone, he is alone he wants to touch the f
G of her loneliness, to watch her cry is to watch him die the heart it was the main thing to see and believe, it will do you no harm to call and try for love, for love, for love he placed a pi
F velvet upon the shame, the ultimate cover up the hidden lie to die with ones mouth full of ashes, ooh, it will do you no harm to call and try for love, for love, for love tattle tell, tattle
, tell tale heart