Harlots (The)
Crawl Spaces
Like crystalline
We're sharp and tasteless My restless eyes
Undress my waitress
We crawl through The crawl spaces
We used to hide Our sad faces
Remain tongue-tied Calm, complacent
My restless mind
Is trapped in the basement
We crawl through
The crawl spaces
We used to hide Our sad faces
Lose these restraints
This is not me,
Soar through the skies
In a new dream, we crawl
Through the crawl spaces
We used to hide Our sad faces
From Letras Mania