Distillers (The)
The Hunger
Holy eyes, I never knew I'd beg down at your feet. Hold on tight I never, never know much more than this. Open sky the wave of pain the scent of you is bliss. Hungry eyes they stare at me, I know, I know, don't go. Summertime,
the taste of saint secrets, perfume mist console the mind I take it in, lips of pink I kiss, Lonely sky the more you take the more I give in. Holy eyes, I never knew, I know, I know don't go. Hold on to the memory its all you got, I know you'll be there to soak up blood lost, blood lost, blood loss.
From Letras Mania