Testo di The Weather

He sold out both his eyes Yet sees her face Her thighs in lace Oh, why such waste? Ghosts are only negative space Ancestors, no blood No place, no mark Just voices, in the dark The floor, is covered in champagne The leather and the blood, and all the sudden rain Man, you should’ ve seen those cops baptise The worst case scenario, survival game He sold out both his eyes Yet sees her face Her thighs in lace Oh, why such waste? The floor, is covered in champagne The leather and the blood, and all the sudden rain Man, you should’ ve seen those cops baptise The worst case scenario, survival game