Pull it over me. Put me in the street. Bury a kid. Build up the kind.
He wants you to sing because when you sing, it doesn't mean anything.
Take it off of me. The terror in my night. Please believe I am
covered. Tear it up when you die, I am not covered. The green in my
eyes, is a fortunate day. The way to kill a dead feeling. High dives
are real.
He wants you to sing because when you sing, it doesn't mean anything.
Take it off of me. The terror in my night. Please believe I am
covered. Tear it up when you die, I am not covered. The green in my
eyes, is a fortunate day. The way to kill a dead feeling. High dives
are real.