| THEN THE CLOUDS WILL OPEN FOR ME - Bruise Pristine B-Side My guy is tad transcontinental, But it keeps me enchained, Watching old black and white movies, Fred and Ginger too sentimental. Crying in shame, I dont want to be forgotten, I cant be alone, so dont you dare leave me, Its like coming home to a skin that has died. Voices like a drum, and they're looking right through me, Scatter the ashes one more time for me, One more time for me. My guy is a tad too ornamental, When hes frozen in space, Cut your eye for me, a covered carcass is too elemental, Caught underneath a subway, I dont want to be forgotten, I cant be alone, so dont you dare leave me, Its like coming home, its a skin thats died. Human voices like a drum, and they're looking right through me, Scatter the ashes one more time for me, One more time for me, One more time for me, One more time for me, One more time for me, One more time for me, One more time for me, One more time for me, One more time for me, Trans likened, twisted my ankle doing the grave dance, Narcotic? Yes please, Ill have a sample, Riding on my very last chance, then the clouds will open for me, Gonna meet my Jesus Christ, I see history playing before me, For pleasure and passion you pay the price, Sadness the name of the spike that took me, Ill make thats all like some raging, horny mesphistopheles who came for my soul. |