El sitio del rock en Argentina 22 años online

Massacre

From your lips

Well my sun is burning in
just like a little far away
standing closer from me
you never turn me away
Butterflies are up your fingers
sugarcubes are in your mouth
honey trees are made of sweetsnes
you told we're going deep inside
The road the dust and you
makes my cry and smile
there's something else that can do
trere's something else that should try
Well you know it turned up grey
thats the colour of my fate
you know i've tryed that sweetest
taste of sweetest edge of death
you know I turned so easy
but you never got me arround so
better stay away from me.