Paroles:
Pale Divine

I can kiss you when I need to I can crush you when you're mean I can have you in the morning with my dirty magazines You're my constant sticky finger

This is the fog It's really not so bad Like a homeland As if I need a home Well I need a home This is the fog It's really not so bad Like a dreamland

There must be something about me That makes you stare There must be something inside me That makes you scared There must be something you see That I can

Hey little boy, what you writing in the notebook Ain't you got nothing to do Wait I know, you're gonna be a rock star It couldn't happen to you Huh,

The book that I live in is such a masterpiece man It doesn't mean a thing unless I make it, yeah The text is all in code that only I understand It's another

My brother and I, we'd drive for hours, like we'd years instead of days Our faces as pale as the dirty snow Once I knew there was a love divine Then

innocent herdsman who are just dying O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives The moths & atheists are doubly divine

innocent herdsmen who are just dying O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives The moths & atheists are doubly divine

Worthless, mourns, infinity divine Through the pale sunrise, macabre souls, sour again Sour... It is strange when I kiss the eyes of salvation The night