Paroles de Blind Voyeurs

I used to wake up in square benches with your dry mouth kissing my heart I used to wake up in square benches with your bitter mouth kissing my heart Take me back home again through the traffic jams I had your mouth kissing my heart A warm mouth kissing my heart It's so funny to consider I was your last choice All your different faces to cry for Would I? Could I? Should I? I really don't care Blind voyeurs only kill for love I wish I could fly above the affects I'm always needing something else to get high Your lips on my chest hurt Ripped my skin, broke my bones, oh, my heart We used to be slaves for underground, forbidden pleasures At least I had your mouth kissing my heart A nervous mouth kissing my heart It's so funny to consider the mutual last choice All our different traces, I never knew when to follow that mine I don't dare