Из альбома: Your Ghost Is a Gift
Murder, question for the hour
Should she paint the town red again?
Such an act of compassion,
such a waste of life
She awakes her smile with the keys in her hand
Pretty facial mod with the tire marks in his skin
He'll wait to forgive you
He'll lose this time and never win
Like clockwork, oh how the tables have turned
This tragic play of cards you've been delt
Fall in love, lose your life
Back and forth again, it's suicide
Love is suicide, it's freedoms child
She couldn't bear the pain
Broken skies beyond the diagnosed,
fade the sun to black and wait for the ghost.
Love is suicide, it's freedom's child
She couldn't bear the pain
No sense to beg for mercy
No sense to reconcile now