Childbirth tears upon her muscle Very first second a screaming icon Babies in time barely even recognise Words that once stroked now bruising tired lips
My idea of love comes from A childhood glimpse of pornography Though there is no true love Just a finely tuned jealousy
Life becoming a landslide Ice freezing nature dead Life becoming a landslide I don't wanna be a man
Everyday more numb to agony This the howl this the sigh of the lonely One day I realise oil on canvas Can never paint a petal so so delicate
My idea of love comes from A childhood glimpse of pornography Though there is no true love Just a finely tuned jealousy
Life becoming a landslide Ice freezing nature dead Life becoming a landslide I don't wanna be a man
My idea of love comes from A childhood glimpse of pornography Though there is no true love Just a finely tuned jealousy
Life becoming a landslide A mile empty inside Life becoming a landslide Desire on its knees