Terror At 30,000 Feet

A Fading Line
Cut the lips off the face There's no point to having them anyway They won't touch the lips of a woman There is no connection Poke the eyes out of the head No need for them anyway They won't see anything beautiful Ever again Detach the nose from the face No point for it being there It won't smell the smell of a woman The beautiful aroma Sever the ears from the head No use for them, they are dead They won't hear the words of a woman say I love you From Letras Mania