She came in with a "come-and-get-me" grin. She swallowed all her sins whole and kept them. Within her smile, was a cry, a crave for pity. She fled from the wilderness, and learned to f*** the city.
Lights, sounds, desperate creatures in the jungle, jungle boys and girls.
Nestled in the strangling arms of a mother, a child masked from what's outside.
You won't bleed the love from your daughter. Let her be free, let her be.
She lives imprisoned by her emotions. Latched onto her neck, they feed.
You won't bleed the love from your daughter. Let her be free, let her be.
I keep my expectations buried beneath the floorboards with her remains.
Lights, sounds, desperate creatures in the jungle, jungle boys and girls.
Nestled in the strangling arms of a mother, a child masked from what's outside.
You won't bleed the love from your daughter. Let her be free, let her be.
She lives imprisoned by her emotions. Latched onto her neck, they feed.
You won't bleed the love from your daughter. Let her be free, let her be.
I don't think I'll notice you for long.
Nestled in the strangling arms of a mother, a child masked from what's outside.
You won't bleed the love from your daughter. Let her be free, let her be.
She lives imprisoned by her emotions. Latched onto her neck, they feed.
You won't bleed the love from your daughter. Let her be free, let her be
Lights, sounds, desperate creatures in the jungle, jungle boys and girls.
Nestled in the strangling arms of a mother, a child masked from what's outside.
You won't bleed the love from your daughter. Let her be free, let her be.
She lives imprisoned by her emotions. Latched onto her neck, they feed.
You won't bleed the love from your daughter. Let her be free, let her be.
I keep my expectations buried beneath the floorboards with her remains.
Lights, sounds, desperate creatures in the jungle, jungle boys and girls.
Nestled in the strangling arms of a mother, a child masked from what's outside.
You won't bleed the love from your daughter. Let her be free, let her be.
She lives imprisoned by her emotions. Latched onto her neck, they feed.
You won't bleed the love from your daughter. Let her be free, let her be.
I don't think I'll notice you for long.
Nestled in the strangling arms of a mother, a child masked from what's outside.
You won't bleed the love from your daughter. Let her be free, let her be.
She lives imprisoned by her emotions. Latched onto her neck, they feed.
You won't bleed the love from your daughter. Let her be free, let her be