Places we find out, we're in the wrong time We should suffer for black winter moments Researching on the roof Inside of me there's some more then when the light...

Dear Elvis, I'm writing you this letter To me, you are the most I'm not really very good At expressing myself and I Don't know how to say it but (I only know t...

I can still taste you in the corner of my mouth If you hear me I claim you to be mine I watched my fardel turn and set below the ground And though I tried, I co...

Walking around under treetops I was singing for the sheen And the music felt like rain From the starlit ceiling But what's that knife doing in her arm? Undispo...

Lost, lost, lost and delirious Lost, lost, lost and delirious Lost, lost, lost and delirious Lost, lost, lost and delirious But I'll keep my promise I'll stay ...