French Quarter - Fresh | Текст песни

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• French Quarter
• Fresh

You and I are closer than you know
Yeah, what I reap is nothing that I sow
Words I sing are few and far between
It’s your face's curdled and rise of voice and steam

Screaming with your fists against the door
Ain’t it nothing like you’ve never seen before
You’re living for the things ghosts hide away
You’re fucking in bed with all outweighed

Keep it to yourself don’t know remise
Coz we will be so alone when we die
Screaming with your fists against the door
Ain’t it nothing like you’ve ever seen before

Screaming with your fists against the door
Ain't it nothing like you’ve ever seen before
Screaming with your fists against the door
Ain't it nothing like you never seen before