Vārdi:
Strata Strata Presents The End Of The World

I met the devil in Poughkeepsie, New York He took a seat right beside me at the end of the bar He said, I looked familiar, had we met sometime before?

think we could stretch this out forever, like a blanket in the sand and we could learn a couple dances, we'll do them hand in hand until we end and even

back and watch the war on your screen" The country's run by lunatics, they're picking up their pens Writing themselves into revelation but this is how it's gonna end

She draws the costume correct In thick, black and red eyeliner Yeah, she's too young for the club But the guys at the door don't mind her The boys are

You said your hope was lost. My eyes were stinging hot. The first of the tears to fall hurts the worst of all. I had it all planned out, what I was going