Текст песни One Candle Power - A Nod For Eliot
One Candle Power - A Nod For Eliot слова песни
so this is war so long old friend i let my guard drop to let your heart in i never knew that you would dream about shoving knives into my kisses this feel sick i am a puddle you are big black boots with the evidence of mud on your new shoelaces and the silence and the stillness has inspired you to be quick to think up new ways to be so cruel i am a target and you must be my archer who wants the golden apple who lives each day for the match and now i see your true light and now i see your words like smoke on a bad afternoon on this final hour with these final words to you "i am worth more than the shit you put me through. i am not a fool. i`ll be better off without you."