A Study Of Love And Metaphors 歌词

When you fall asleep in the evening, sans fear for the rigid darkness you go horseback riding through your dreams right to the meadows of esteem when the hunger sweeps the night in another red wine blight all my grief (and all the believes that I never had and the liberty of not even giving a fuck, the collusion between yours truly and the quill and the drink will be the main subject in my autobiography) Wake up to the sight of damaged skin you feel the sting of my knives, it takes you way beyond the twilight skies I'll make your head spin baby, you'll be there in the blink of an eye I'll make your head spin baby you'll be: Dead-dead! Dead-dead! you'll be there in the blink of an eye Make a final wish; you'll be there in a swish your sweet, sweet heart leaves such a cute little stain I know it hurts, hurts, hurts, when we're drained of life it's the sweet deal, the greatest high, the sovereign vain, champagne! I'm all wired, wrapped up in cellophane You woke up to the sight of damaged skin you felt the sting of my knives, I took you way beyond the twilight skies I made your head spin baby, You were dead in the blink of an eye Dead-dead, dead-dead, in the blink of an eye Dead-dead, dead-dead, dead in the blink of an eye I woke up to the sight of my damaged skin I felt the sting of your knives, you took me way beyond the twilight skies you made my head spin fucker, I was dead in the blink of an eye Dead-dead, dead-dead, in the blink of an eye Dead-dead, dead-dead, you were dead in the blink of an eye