Из альбома: Eight Arms Made This
Take me out and bury me
In the smallest confines of my backyard
Sweetheart, I'm apologetic
But not sorry in the slightest
Take this drink, take this trip
I saw us on the Sunset Strip
A staight line to what we know
Let's see how far we let this go
Take me out and complicate me
Hearts are fleeting in this instant
Sweetheart I'm sincere enough
To the point where lies become white
And we won't last
We'll find forever in the ashes of a car crash
I would go and sell my soul
But these are the days we go cry
We look for X but don't know why
So when this sunset ends, the day is gone
Promise me it's over
It's over now
I'll be with you always
You'll be with someday