She's now my new sun. She don't speak but somehow calls to me. Automated exchanges make us not lovers. But feigner's, we are only strangers. . Not estranged to regret.
'Cause it's not the cold. Making my, making my legs shake. It's Timmy's ghost. Taking his, taking his place in our hearts forever. . 'Cause it's not the sound.
They say that good boys. Walk straight on white lines. And good boys keep their livers clean. And smoke out of their lungs. Cause it's all about what you've done.