From the manger to the morgue Strangers are born and reborn Giving birth to the wages of sin And claiming it came from within, within Within me there's a gaping hole It seems I'm last to know And no one or thing can fill this empty space That I've been pacing in I fell in love with an empty place But I want change But I won't change I can't feel a thing The pins and needles sing I can say it But it won't mean a thing 'Cause I know you'll fall for Each and every pretty word I sing, sing I can say it But it won't mean a thing 'Cause I know you'll fall for Each and every pretty word I sing Sing, sing Spirits spin me around once more Sin if you sing the overture That lulls me back to sleep I swear I'm yours to keep Consumed with consuming Soon I'll swallow people whole I'll have back what strangers stole If I can't find my happiness I'll soon devour yours I'll sing your weary head to rest With my overture 'Cause I fell in love With that empty place But I want yours But I want yours I can say it But it won't mean a thing 'Cause I know you'll fall for Each and every pretty word I sing, sing I can say it But it won't mean a thing 'Cause I know you'll fall for Each and every pretty word I sing Sing, sing For it I fell (We lose ourselves once more) For it I fell so fast For it I fell (We lose ourselves once more) For it I fell so hard For it I fell (We lose ourselves once more) For it I fell so fast I fell for it, I fell for it (We lose ourselves once more) You can say it It won't mean a thing 'Cause I know I'll fall for (We lose ourselves once more) Each and every pretty word you sing, sing (We lose ourselves once more) You could say it It won't mean a thing 'Cause you know I'll fall for (We lose ourselves once more) Each and every pretty word you sing, sing, sing (We lose ourselves once more) If I can't find my happiness I'll sing your weary head to rest With my overture © TREOS LLC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com