Songtext von Mahogany

Mahogany eyes, you saddle me with doubt Behind the stadium, when you were coming down The lighter leaves are lost int the freckles on your skin The bitter taste of blood when the rooftop's caving on Rotting good, would you, would you Cut the graim, would you, would you String his neck, would you, would you Steer this wreck, would you, would you Tease me, tortureless, bend to your death I give in easy, hold me now When i grow tall, bigger than them I'll be reckless, not yet Mahogany eyes, are you more true than me? The woodcutter's brothers are lining up to see You beauty is unparalleled and i cannot compete The fray, the fretful harmonies, it twists the good in me