Paroles de Courtesy Bow

Your life painted before you Stolen by the most uneducated of thieves Her smile's intoxicating So let me make a toast to revival I have enough on my chest to write a novel And that's where it will stay until your ears are open for business So I can't sell myself short this time A market full of used death beds The merchant smirks with a mouth filled with saw teeth You leave the store like your past, empty handed The needle in the hay stack lies buried in abhorrence Reverse the cycle Start with a courtship And end with the world