Fourth Teeth کے بول

Though you'll find me lost in the streets Winding through the ivy gates You might be the one to three Gazing with solemnity Timely passing slips around Soon you'll take me far from sound Bound but laying willingly Deep in what could never be Now with evening darkening Comes the truth with reckoning Over time you'll turn to me Hoping for tranquility Wearied peace in what we saw Hardly chastening at all Wayward wiles and the silent line With daylight you will be mine My imagination Is free I'm taking tonight For me I'm pulling the knife Out on three You'll see my rabid eyes As you bleed Whisper me with something sweet Comb your hair if you're at my feet Walk in time at an even pace Sit so still when you're near my face Feel me here when I tell you to Call me this when I speak to you Keep this straight and stay in line All of this will now be mine My imagination Is free I'm taking tonight For me I'm pulling out the knife On three You'll see my rabid eyes As you bleed