Из альбома: Demos

Down tide, sick with treason.
High rise, final season.
Your life cut to ribbons, too.

Boo-hoo red, white and you.
This time next September.
You'll always be dismembered.
Our lives left in pieces, too.
Boo-hoo red, white and you.

No one will retain them blue eyes
when everything's grey. Hey.
When the seas reaching the floor line
washes us away.

For those unknown pleasures,
bore your sunken treasure.
The floor drops from under you.
Boo-hoo red, white and you.

This time, next December
your name will be remembered.
To blame for tearing us in two.
Boo-hoo red, white, and you.

No one will retain them blue eyes
when everything's grey. Hey.
When the seas reaching the floor line
washes us away.

No one will retain them blue eyes
once you've gone away. Hey.
Build you with the help of seven angels.
Turn the holy grail.

Down tide, sick with treason.
High rise, final season.
Your lives catching up with you.
Boo-hoo red, white, and you.
This time next December.
You'll always be remembered.
You will go down in history
for your inhumanity.

No one will retain them blue eyes
when everything's grey. Hey.
When the seas reaching the floor line
washes us away.

No one will retain them blue eyes
once you've gone away. Hey.
Build you with the help of seven angels.
Turn the holy grail.

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