(We can't stop now)
I still can remember what you did, your eyes filled
(We've got to slow down)
Discomfort, barefoot in a public washroom
Spill on me your nostalgia
And cataracts
That fell behind self-conscious eyes
Warm water made this hurt so good
(Please just give me back my heart)
Through ivory rain and cut-throat soap box derby racers
(Well, it's been too long and I will burn no more)
Oh god, it hurts so fucking good
I just want you to fucking wreck me
Wreck me
I want you to ruin me
I want you to ruin me, ruin me
(Please just give me back my heart)
I want you to ruin me
(Well, it's been too long and I will burn no more)
I want you to ruin me, ruin me
(Tired of all these lies and elsewhere eyes of yours)
I want you to ruin me
(So I will scream and dream of what's to come)
Nu ką, nemaža tikimybė, kad vistik My Dying Bride nebus Kilkim Žaibu, atšaukė beveik visus šių metų pasirodymus. Tik organizatoriai kažkaip neskuba pranešti ir toliau reklamuoja..
guess I did make my name out of my drumming, and I have the big drum sets, and I'm doing all these crazy, odd-time signatures, so, yeah, I guess drumming was very important to what made me popular.