Chokebore Speed Of Sound
Do you think I'm gone? Most of this would pleasure you
alone.
It's that I can't even see, there's midnight behind my
eyelids.
No ones home, and I'll lie to everyone, not even my
lovers will see what's wrong.
All my skin is drenched in light, that's what's wrong. I
died in a fire, I died in a fire.
It's already done. I've got ideas I'd never put in word,
but you sparkle when I speak.
How can I resist it, your alone. And I'll lie to
everyone, not even my lovers will see what's wrong.
All my skin is drenched in light. That's what's wrong. I
died in a fire, I died in a fire.
