The Petrified Florist کے بول

A goofy libra a drafty car i do believe i've stepped on My guitar A borrowed bender a liver ends until you've seen it it's Really just pretend A coward's trade a careful foray against the blade a patent Answer can't wait to get my hands on her The closing of the coor the blistered buttered roar oh Callous even hand in the village of the damned A broken glass the broken table the spitting image if i Was able A frightened bird the written word our daily logic has Become absurd And when you see her smile you live the fever for a little While you'll never ever leave her my crippled friend