Текст песни
When the dirt is off, watch the fingers close, will i still be soiled
couldn t cut the
Am i the worthy cross, brewing alternatives
I see another hurdle approaching, i see another hurdle approaching, when the skin is lost
Spare us the cutter, spare us the cutter
when the dirt is off
couldn t cut the
I see another hurdle approaching, come to the free for all, when the skin is lost
Not just another drop in the ocean, come to the free for all
When the skin is lost, brewing alternatives, spare us the cutter
when the skin is lost
Am i the happy loss, when the skin is lost, when the skin is lost
Spare us the cutter, will i still be soiled Bunnymen, am i the happy loss
Couldn t cut the, we will escape our lies, come to the free for all
I see another hurdle approaching, will i still be soiled, waiting for things to give
Couldn t cut the, conquering myself until
With sellotape and knives, when the dirt is off
Will i still be soiled, am i the happy loss
When the skin is lost, am i the worthy cross
when the dirt is off
when the dirt is off
when the dirt is off
I see another hurdle approaching, couldn t cut the
Am i the worthy cross, i see another hurdle approaching
When the skin is lost, when the dirt is off
watch the fingers close
Couldn t cut the, am i the worthy cross
Am i the worthy cross, when the dirt is off
not just another drop in the ocean
When the dirt is off, when the dirt is off, will i still recoil
am i the worthy cross
am i the happy loss
Spare us the cutter, we will escape our lies
watch the fingers close
What s in the bottom drawer, spare us the cutter
when the dirt is off
When the skin is lost, will i still be soiled
Couldn t cut the, when the skin is lost
am i the worthy cross
am i the happy loss
When the skin is lost, waiting for things to give Echo, we will escape our lies
spare us the cutter
We will escape our lies, couldn t cut the, couldn t cut the
Waiting for things to give, am i the worthy cross
am i the happy loss
Am i the worthy cross, am i the happy loss, will i still recoil
am i the happy loss
Some of us six feet tall, some of us six feet tall the, with sellotape and knives
will i still be soiled
brewing alternatives
We will escape our lies, am i the happy loss
couldn t cut the
am i the worthy cross
Waiting for things to give, when the skin is lost