الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
Innocent, her tiny wrists
Are tying down an endlessness
Lingering in an abyss
A broken heart cannot resist
A buried past is flowering
Around the church of suffering
Don't let it in
Lost within our hotel room
I kiss your neck and leave a bruise
Time drags me away from you
But won't put me down or
Cut me loose
A buried past is flowering
Around the church of suffering
Don't let it in
We'll never ride their
Prison line
