There's a secret, stigma, reaping wheel. Diminish, a carnival of sorts. Chronic town, poster torn, reaping wheel. Stranger, stranger to these parts. .
Keep close to me now. I'll be your guide. Once we have black hearts. Then love dies. . Look at us. Through the lens of a camera. Does it remove. All of our pain.
[Verse 1]. Used to swear there was nothing better than having me. For the night. When the morning came you'd quietly slip. Back into her life. . [Chorus].