Pregled posta

Like lipstick on my cigarette
And the ice get harder over head
Like think it twice but never never learn...

Where the sky meet the ground
Where the street fold round
Where the voice you hold don't
Make no sound, look,
Snow on the river and two by two,
Took a lot to live a lot like you, I don't

Go there now, but I hear they sung
Their "Fuck Me And Marry Me Young"
Some wild idea and a big white bed, now
You know better than that, I said,

Like a voice in the wind blows little crystals down
Like brittle things will break before the turn

by Sisters of mercy