Cuts to the quick. Pure emotion, a trip. No word of a lie. . Oo-ah, oo-ah, oo-ah. . Pressed to your lips. We collide, slowly twist. Ardent and lithe. .
Well come tell me your story. I'll tell you mine. Sunday morning Communion. Standing in a lineFeelling like a cannibal. Eating flesh and drinking blood.
Great when you call us. Thank you for staying with us. We missed you all so desperatley. But don't blink or you'll miss me. On a street like this as it were.
Well come tell me your story, I'll tell you mine. Sunday morning communion, standing in a line. Feeling like a cannibal, eating flesh and drinking blood.
Great when you call us. Thank you for staying with us. We missed you all so desperately. But don't blink or you'll miss me. . On a street like this as it were.