Besedila: Tones On Tail. Burning Skies.

And the air was alive
With piercing sound
And burning skies
The horror did me good

The magic was on my side
And hot and cold ideas
Were running onto your eyes
Your sinking gray eyes

She shook his head
Like so much meat
The horror did me good
Time to exercise

Like ice about to melt
You empty yourself of everything
It's cold and gray again
Your body begins to fall

The color blinds your eyes
The flavor dulls your taste of anything
You try to break out
But some thing's just locked the door

You'll get blue eyes
If you stand too close to him
And la la la, la,la
You die inside your dream

I love you like you
Love me not
I love you like you
love me not

I love you like you
Love me not
I love you like you
love me not

I love you like you
Love me not
I love you like you
love me not