Can you feel a little love?. As your bony fingers close around me. Long and spindly Death becomes me. Heaven can you see what I see?. Hey you pale and sickly child.
Can you feel a little love?. . As your bony fingers close around me. Long and spindly Death becomes me. Heaven can you see what I see?. . Hey you pale and sickly child.
We're damaged people. Drawn together. By subtleties that we are not aware of. Disturbed souls. Playing out forever. These games that we once thought we would be scared of.