Sing To Me کے بول

Happy tears fade fast Sad tears tend to last You've got your blood-stained heart in your nicotine-stained hands And your twenty-nine years did not help you pass Oh, the roadkill, cheap thrill obstacle filled path White lies, black dress Brightest of darkness You close your tearstained eyes to your silver lined madness After twenty-nine years, you might want to confess That we have made a fucked up place That I can not erase Sing to me White lies, black heart tearing us apart You breathe the frost-filled air from my lungs to your lungs After twenty-nine years, how much to come? Now, we have made a fucked up place that I can not erase Sing to me Happy tears fade fast Sad tears tend to last You've got a sad, sad song And it's stuck in your aching head And your twenty-nine years did not teach you that Changing melodies will change your destiny at last Now, we have made a fucked up place we're trying to erase, erase