The Kills - Wild Charms | Текст песни

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• The Kills
• Wild Charms

To the doting boys by your side
Riding roughshod on your starless nights
To she who played concertos, foul and black
Upon my heartstrings and never looked back
What became of those wild charms
The deep fry of the tide
The tug of the stars
How it stirs me, how it stirs me now
To think my fire burnt them out