Текст песни The Fatima Mansions - Thursday
The Fatima Mansions - Thursday слова песни
The windows watch me wait for youMirror mirror, mirror mirrorI`ve seen a world beyond their viewMirror mirror, mirror mirrorOf course the night times are the worstOf course I burn with an evil burstYou exist so I am cursedMirror mirror, mirror mirrorMirror mirror, mirror mirrorI`ll be good `till Thursday comesThe world will think I never hadan idea that could drive me madI`ll be good `till Thursday comesthen burn all good awayI weed my house, I wash my treesMirror mirror, mirror mirrorI cross my legs in front of meMirror mirror, mirror mirrorI tingle at the thought of youIs this what the humans do?My childish words just don`t ring trueSee ya later, great dictatorIn a while, [nadaphile?]I`ll be good `till Thursday comesWell, unless I am misleading youYou shine me up and make me newI`ll be good `till Thursday comesand wish I never did sayI`ll be good `till Thursday comesIt`s such a lot of funto watch the liar I`ve becomebut I`ll be good `till Thursday comesand burn all good awayAhh....dream of this, my loverAhh....dream of this, my loverI am your lover now