The last time that we danced Midnight at the Texaco In the car head lights like Luna moths Or extraterrestrials You said you've never been No use to anyone But I can feel within your porcelain A certain kind of love Is this what they call dreaming I feel like you breathing
If only you take my hand If only you take my hand If only you take my hand If only you take my hand
The night dripped into morning The black minute does end I tried to swallow the clock But we had to run Before the sun caught us waltzing One day they'll undеrstand One day they'll watch us dance You angеl in a cage, shadow on the stage Unholy kind of accident I've heard they call this loneliness I crave the world through your fingertips
If only you take my hand If only you take my hand If only you take my You take my hand
They caught us out This is the last dance See I've never been anything But another freak show
If only you take my hand If only you take my hand If only you take my hand If only And if only
I thought I was dreaming But I am made of porcelain Unholy kind of accidents Happen when the puppet cuts the string Happens when the puppet cuts the string Cuts the string Cuts the string Happens when the puppet cuts the string Cuts the string Cuts the string
Compositores: Lia Ann Metcalfe (Lia Metcalfe), Paul Crilly ECAD: Obra #40582523