Besedila: Vega Under Fire. Hello. Full Moons And Metaphors.

This could be all i have to give
This could be it, this could be it
We could fall just to give up our existence
For the moment that we've all been waiting for
For the moment that you'll, that you'll see our glory

Ch: We make full moons and assemble the most elegant twilight
We're glorious, We're glorious from now on

Words may not hurt, but my pen can sting
With the blood as my ink
And my heart as the lamp that breaks the bones
With sticks and stones
We made a deal to take the world.
We are here to be creatures
To paint our songs along
A rigid canvas we all walk on

CH