Murder by Death - Social Gatherings lyrics
[Murder by Death - Social Gatherings lyrics]
To our lips the smoke tastes fine
Landing hands on drinks
Stalling while your shoulder broke the light
I know all she is to everyone tonight
Someone stares each night I'll move slowly
Towards something, she'll follow
Memory runs dry
For the almost of your heavy breathing
Vans we parked as my pump's fury offered
For the almost of your heavy breathing
Vans we parked as my pump's fury offered
For the almost of your heavy breathing
Vans we parked as my pump's fury offered
For the almost of your heavy breathing
Vans we parked as my pump's fury offered