Sketch it out
Shut up now
Poor catholic school girl
Making love to her,
I'm nuts like this
Did she think we'd ever see at all?
See at all
Make up
Fall out
On this scrape on new shores
Sacreliege and follow
Did she think she'd ever see at all?
See at all
I forget
Would we lie to you?
Would we lie to you?
Take nothing sacred
Nothing's sacred
Would we lie to you?
Slide me by throughout
Sleeps in front of strangers,
Indulging your teeth
The last lips
The last kiss
It's the familiar smell of pencils,
And its ready to sketch again
The last kiss
The last kiss
The last kiss
The last kiss
Would we lie to you?
Would we lie to you?