David Usher - Souring | Текст песни

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• David Usher
• Souring

Daylight mornings creeping in
Had the blackest dream are you souring
And I dreamt that I wiped all the blood from your eyes
Woke up thinking I loved you but I can't say why

So please, leave your fucking money at the door
Concede, you know you'll be coming back for more
Were all looking for gold here

Midnight and you inch along
Devils in the backyard now where it all went wrong
And I drink myself sick so I won't see you crawl
Guess I drained all your beauty to watch you dissolve

So please, leave your fucking money at the door
Concede, you know were all coming back for more
Were all looking for gold here

And I hate that I need you and I don't know why
And I hate that I need you and I can't say why

So please, leave your fucking money at the door
Oh concede, you know I'll be coming back for more

So please, leave your money at the door
Were all looking for gold here (x7)