كلمات Armory

In a room for two in a bed for three you're a pretty picture you're a dread disease painting shadows on the walls in this armory of toys hardens hearts against the feeling of the need for something more don't worry don't say sorry i am not falling for it i am not falling for it head over heels and alone for now in a crowded room watch the angels crash on liquor lips and blue moons along the sound of laughter coming dancing down the halls is a whisper of the feeling of the nonsense of it all don't worry don't say sorry i am not falling for it i am not falling for it head over heels the chorus comes alive cacophony catcalls and who are you to say where i'm wrong when i dance and fall everyone i ever loved has come and gone everyone i ever loved everyone