A waking world of innocence
It ends with Swords and Knives
So grave those first born cries
When life begins with needles and pins Oh dangerman, oh dangerman
Time cannot heal
Your blade fits like a glove
That blood red bond of love
When forged in steel In times of trouble you're an open book
With the change in the way you look
And its sad love's not enough to make things better Lies beneath the visions and daydreams
Turn the tables, we'll burn the fables
Fooled by now, we mystify the past When life begins with needles and pins
Like a dream, like it never happened
It ends with Swords and Knives
God save those born to die.
האתר פועל ברישיון אקו"ם
כל הזכויות שמורות 2022 ©