A Taste For Crime کے بول

As the tides hit the road I can never gate the burning snow, On a Phanhm wave We glide until we melt and flow Frozen you have chosen to be here... So as the misery takes fold Shallow, drink it down.. Doesn't seem to hurt as much Til you hit the ground, Follow me we'll hide behind the sun... The sky is breaking through The universe will fight to shine Beneath the dying moon We learn we own a taste for crime Broken we have spoken come on blue.... But nobody seems to know, its simple enough With the way of pitch black hours His confidence, silence and sound His confidence, silence and..sound Follow me we'll hide behind the sun Follow me we'll hide....