I slipped into the cloak you left
I fiddle around in the ashtray
To find your cigarette pinkish red
I light it and take a drag
I swear
I'm losing it
With all these erased recordings, I'm rearranging parts
You should accept we'll probably remain this way to the end
In steps
Underneath the sheets I find your
Makeup and shoes in a bag laid open
Grab my keys and some money and circle around the lake
I guess
You're losing it
I like to believe that maybe you're a lot like me
Try using this equality, we might need in the air
'Cause there are no more left like you
A picture perfect strange
Imagined in one shape
Unchained
Tempt my spirit within my name
We crawled in the tomb and release some honey
Eighteen hundred million ways striving to make it last
There is no one left like you
A picture perfect strange
Imagined in one shape
Unchained
There are no more thrills I'll need
The desire that we shared
From the channels of our dreams
To the grave
Find you again somewhere, I believe
You'll find me somewhere again, I believe
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.