This house is full of ears but I can't talk to anyone
They've heard this one a thousand times
Most exciting thing I do - hang half way out a third floorwindow,
maybe throw lit cigarettes down.
And maybe I'll catch fire,
something warm to hold me,
something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside mymind.
All that evil shit's not hard to find
I guess I only claim to be nice.
This house is full of eyes but I can't look at anyone
They've seen this face a thousand times
Most relaxing thing I do - hang half way out a third floorwindow,
and look at rocks if I fall out,
And maybe I'll fall hard,
something tough to break me,
something sharp to rip into my insides and bleed out all thatpain.
Sorry I don't even know your name
I guess for me it's easy this way.
Maybe I'll catch fire,
something warm to hold me,
something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside mymind.
All that evil shit's not hard to find
I guess I only claim to be nice.
compositores: DANIEL MICHAEL ANDRIANO, DEREK R. GRANT, MATTHEW THOMAS SKIBA
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