Tytuł: Red (nc17 version)
- Wykonawca: Treble Charger
- Wy¶wietleń: 235
face painted cigarette white
you asked the cleanest boy you found
you couldnt see me turned around
his fingers stretched across your empty gaze
but I just cant escape
As the red fades from your wrinkled dress
picture all the people youve impressed
hangs on a wall around here
vision starts to crawl when im near
and the evening waits
while you get caught up to your own mistakes
made up of different lines
I wouldnt wanna keep in my mind
I wondered why youd come around
remembering your little girl frown
your answers kept the crowd at bay
with compliments unwilling to pay
I had some things id like to say to you
but they just cant be true
As the red fades from your wrinkled dress
a picture of the people yove impressed
hangs on a wall around here
vision starts to crawl when im near
and the evening waits
while you get caught up to your own mistakes
made up of different lines i wouldnt wanna keep in my mind
As the red fades from your wrinkled dress
a picture of the people youve impressed
hangs on a wall around here
vision starts to crawl when im near
and the evening waits
while you get caught up to your own mistakes
made up of different lines
i wouldnt wanna keep in my mind.
