Cub
Tomorrow Go Away
no we never talk of love'cause we're much too cool for that nowand you fuck me on the floorcuz there's no room for a bedand you only give me flowers if they're standing in a closetand we eat lunch with your parentswhile you're wishing i was deadno we never sing of peacecuz hope is just for childrenand i never hear the choirscuz the music hurts my headand we cloak the illusionsin our pretty conversationsand i just can't seem to find whymy toothbrush smells like dread standing in the rain everything's the same wish i could make tomorrow go awayno we never cry for mercycuz we know there are no angelsLetras de cancionesbut you only talk in whisperscuz there's things you could've saidwe refuse to do the laundrythat is breeding in the hallwayand the cards are laid for solitairehouse of black and red (chorus) the same, the same, the same wish i could make tomorrow go away
From Letras Mania