Текст песни Catatonia - Bulimic Beats
Catatonia - Bulimic Beats слова песни
I thought wed escapeI packed a fishing line and counted on itI thought wed escapeI packed a fishing line and counted on itBut dreaming is for moonriseAmd moonlight also ails those tired eyesI treat him like a ladyI treat him as I would he unto meGive rose rose-seller a run for her moneyWith silicone and poetryBut its the end of meI thought it could changeId wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrangeI couldnt get there behind walls of sunday papersI thought it could changeId wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrangeBut dreaming is for moonriseAnd moonlight ails these tired eyesI treat him like a ladyI treat him as I would he unto meGive rose rose-seller a run for her moneyWith silicone and poetryAnd its the end of meHere I amHere I amAnd here I standHere in my kitchen where I familiar with every brandHere I amA front line with labels where I witness custards last standHere I am