Mod Flanders Conspiracy Sex On A Buttered-up Grilled Cheese Sandwich
Silence flows on my like my mind
So does your never ending why you are my angel
I know how you always hold me when I'm cold
I feel no more than you ever could feel in the dark
I know just how to run and no matter where it brings you
down
We flew so high and I just can never tell
How much more of this you wanted
I will run, run far away, no one could ever make me stay
Sickeness in translucent eyes lost in the skies
Bleeding of the rose pedals so I can breathe
I know just how to run far away where no one is found
Funny how things end when there's no beginning
No one can take you as high as I could.
