Candle-lit teeth Half-moon smiles in the dark The biker gangs smoking On the edge of the lake The smoke like white horses A white-eyed mistake There
: You took the tunnel route? home, you've never taken that way with me before. Did you feel the need for change? Apologies on your fingernails, love
I was waiting in the back-seat of the car When I knew I'd given up Down one of the back-streets by the park So sick of the taste of blood I'm gonna
I felt loved last night for the first time in a long time It feels like coming home to stay Like falling in the sea when it's too hot in the sun But
She stares into the mirror, youth fading with the sun. The hollows in her face like wishing wells. Scarlet as a paper-cut, and jewelled as the Orion,
What if I were to disobey And give you back the power, Woudl I be punished like a child, And left on my own? Would you think me ungrateful, And send
You took the tunnel route? home, you've never taken that way with me before. Did you feel the need for change? Apologies on your fingernails, love flickered
Hold tight for heartbreak Buckle up for loneliness Right time to get away Where I'm going I couln't care I'm bored and I'm afraid I'm falling like rain
I pressed my ear to your chest and heard something personal A whisper that knew my name Is this how your heart treats all strangers, With love and affection
You were writhing on the floor like a moth in molasses Whoever taught you to move your body like that? Goose pimples just vanished like some out of date
bark Candle-lit teeth Half-moon smiles in the dark The biker gangs smoking On the edge of the lake The smoke like white horses A white-eyed mistake There
After the red ants, the black-out Come peace and quiet. Those little foot-prints Fleshed out calm in my mind. I lay like a compass, Digits accusing the
join us Called from the heart of Hell And first we light up the fire And then we hail our Lord Two candles, a black and a white Are placed upon the
tomb, presume the unpredictable Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef Perhaps bullets bust niggaz discuss mad money True lies and white
womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable Guns salute life, rapidly, that?s the ritual Perhaps bullets bust niggaz discuss mad money True lies and white
tomb, presume the unpredictable Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef] Perhaps bullets bust niggaz discuss mad money True lies and white
't hard to recognize the enemy Who you say you are nothing to me, what's proved identity With typical non-inertial spiritless individuals A pictorial bomb takers and Babylonian rituals
from the heart of hell At first we light up a fire and then we hail our lord two candles a black and a white are placed upon the altar north, south,