Yeah, but nobody searches And nobody cares somehow When the loving that you've wasted Comes raining from a hapless cloud Then I might stop and look upon your face Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze See the living that surrounds me (yesterday) Dissipate in a violet blaze
Can't you see what you've done to my heart And soul... This is a wasteland now
We spies, we slow hands You put the weights around yourself We spies, oh yeah, we slow hands You put the weights all around yourself now
I submit my incentive is romance I watch the pole dance of the stars We rejoice 'cause the hurting is so painless From the distance of passing cars But I am married to your charms and grace I just feel crazy like the good old days You make me want to pick up a guitar (Come what may) And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you
Can't you see what you've done to my heart And soul... This is a wasteland now
We spies, yeah we slow hands You put the weights around yourself We spies, oh yeah, we slow hands Killer for hire, you know not yourself
We spies, we slow hands You put the weights all around yourself We spies, oh yeah, we slow hands We retire like nobody else
We spies, intimate slow hands Killer for hire, you know not yourself We spies, intimate slow hands You let the face slap around the self
Compositores: Carlos Andres Dengler (BMI), Daniel Alexander Kessler (BMI), Paul Julian Banks (BMI), Samuel J Fogarino (BMI)Editores: Carlos Dengler Music (BMI), Friend Or Faux Music (BMI), Idle Worship Music (BMI), Iron Men Wooden Ships Music (BMI)Publicado em 2004ECAD verificado obra #12244465 e fonograma #2530628 em 17/Mai/2024