Testo di Port Wine Stain

Scattered bout my ashes and we'll dance a thousand dances to The swelling parasite inside my heart Lucky strikes on painted time Couldn't get you off my mind Couldn't stop the itching The complaining and the bitching I hear sounds of once happy families ripped apart Sweating in the springs I don't think I wanna sing I wanna tear this blue hell tear it right apart And I know just what I want To be back with you right in your skin I feel bad for everything And I know you're there to let me in I've been red for three weeks straight My depression is no mystery So I sit back and hold my tears and Drink away my misery Hey I'm alone how bout you? Do you appreciate the things I do? Put away the past at the pace of a crawl You close your eyes to build a wall Soon enough our day will come This love is true and may sound strange to some Dance hall days just like a phase To get to you just to be misplaced