Текст песни Kind Of Like Spitting - Dostoyevsky Gets Mugged Outside A Donut
Kind Of Like Spitting - Dostoyevsky Gets Mugged Outside A Donut слова песни
Our savior`s fallen ill, and he won`t get upWe`ve cast away our stones, why won`t he get up?So unawake with you, you let me drive your carYou let me break your heart and still not want to give upSo now the only time I get to see you smileIs in the darkest rooms with the brownest tilesAnd to hear you laugh is a sweet refrainSo sick with joy, I`m the perfect boyOur savior`s fallen ill, but here`s a souvenirAnother saint to pierce against your bedroom wallIt says you can`t give up and that you won`t wake upUntil you close your eyes and lay down