Текст песни
I am writing myself clean, you re my mystery
i will lick your cuts and be your bruise
Until i fade from deepest blue, i am selling myself cheap, strings and drums
And i m aching, i am selling myself cheap and, i am aching for a touch or a taste
Without you i m just bones and skin, underground is where we ll stay
You re my mystery, i am writing myself clean, i will change my words from nouns to verbs
What should i wear today on my sleeve, and i m aching, i will change my words from nouns to verbs
I am writing myself clean, strings and drums
I will change my words from nouns to verbs, and give my soul away, let s take a step and move away
can you hear them come
Can you hear them come, and never be ashamed Kisschasy, i will change my words from nouns to verbs
Strings and drums, strings and drums
I will lick your cuts and be your bruise, strings and drums, strings and drums
i am aching for a touch or a taste
you re my mystery
You re my mystery, i am selling myself cheap, strings and drums
Strings and drums, i will change my words from nouns to verbs
and never be ashamed
i am aching for a touch or a taste
You are always at my fingertips, strings and drums, without you i m just bones and skin
Calling out to you, until i fade from deepest blue
strings and drums
calling out to you
Can you hear them come, you re my mystery
Strings and drums, calling out to you
What should i wear today on my sleeve, and give my soul away
Strings and drums, turn your eyes to me Strings, you are always at my fingertips
You are always at my fingertips, and never be ashamed, i will lick your cuts and be your bruise
I will change my words from nouns to verbs, you re my mystery and, i will lick your cuts and be your bruise
I am selling myself cheap, strings and drums
And never be ashamed, can you hear them come
Can you hear them come, without you i m just bones and skin
And never be ashamed, can you hear them come and, calling out to you
I will change my words from nouns to verbs, and i m aching
Calling out to you, i will change my words from nouns to verbs
Strings and drums, strings and drums
i will mix my tongue with strings and drums
Can you hear them come, i will lick your cuts and be your bruise, without you i m just bones and skin
strings and drums
i will change my words from nouns to verbs
And give my soul away, turn your eyes to me Kisschasy, turn your eyes to me
i will lick your cuts and be your bruise
Turn your eyes to me, i will change my words from nouns to verbs
I will change my words from nouns to verbs, i am watching every move you make Kisschasy, i will mix my tongue with strings and drums
can you hear them come
What should i wear today on my sleeve, strings and drums
I am selling myself cheap, can you hear them come
I will lick your cuts and be your bruise, underground is where we ll stay Strings, turn your eyes to me
I will change my words from nouns to verbs, i will mix my tongue with strings and drums
And i m aching, what should i wear today on my sleeve Kisschasy, can you hear them come
Until i fade from deepest blue, i will change my words from nouns to verbs Kisschasy, without you i m just bones and skin
And never be ashamed, i will lick your cuts and be your bruise Kisschasy, until i fade from deepest blue