Album Name : Art and Commerce
Release Date : 2013-04-09
Song Duration : 4:39
After Edmund Chaplin
Verse 1:
This red something, running, all over my hands,
I am a liar, dyin', to understand.
There is a flower, careless, stuck in the sand,
These marching hours, never, come to an end.
I hear a drumin', something, filling my head,
I just discovered, what it, means to be dead.
My heart is cheating, beating, me to death,
Is there a reason, no reason, full of regrets.
Chorus:
I'm just a star cross lover who has lost his soul,
Searching every city street singing don't go!
It's turning sorry that I'm livin' and it feels like
hell,
Somewhere in between of somewhere, I just can't tell!
Verse 2:
This red something, running, all over my hands,
I am a liar, dyin', to understand.
There is a flower, careless, stuck in the sand,
These marching hours, never, come to an end.
Chrous:
I'm just a star cross lover who has lost his soul,
Searching every city street singing don't go!
It's turning sorry that I'm livin' and it feels like
hell,
Somewhere in between of somewhere, I just can't tell!
~Instrumental~
Chrous:
I'm just a star cross lover who has lost his soul,
Searching every city street singing don't go!
It's turning sorry that I'm livin' and it feels like
hell,
Somewhere in between of somewhere, I just can't tell!
~instrumental~
Chrous:
I'm just a star cross lover who has lost his soul,
Searching every city street singing don't go!
It's turning sorry that I'm livin' and it feels like
hell,
Somewhere in between of somewhere, I just can't tell!
Oh I just can't tell!
I just can't tell!
