I've got those tools that make me amber
I only want to see your face never tired of being sad
If they say something wierd it wont make you heart
And I feel like autumn sky
Good day. 11.30
You're drunk as shit and lying on a floor
Your face is drawn with a soft tip pen
And if you ever tell me lies again
I'll put you in a box full of snakes.
I swear! I'll make it dirty.
Let's not pretend ...don't ever tell a lie.
You keep my heArt in trembleling.
But if you wanna keep it in your mind you just take it easy.
Ok, whatever you say.
Turn arround you're a daughter of monster
Love, hate
Whatever you made.
You stired it up,
You stired it up,
You stired it up.
Daughter of monter.
I'm watching how you fall.
I don't care at all
I've got those tools and I'm amber
I only want to see your face never tired of being sad
If they say something wierd it wont make you heart
And I feel like autumn sky
If saturday comes, than sunday will!
I don't know what can make it stop.
And you will open eyes
And look at me with common question of what might have been
...there's something real?