Woorden:
Atkins Nicole Bleeding Diamonds

are gathering up outside and it's so dark wake up your brothers get in a line to shoot the stars and the sky looks like it is bleeding diamonds smoke

In the streets the lights burn low and children scream as they're held high above the sea in ferris carts their eyes alive with mirrored hallways done

Got a crick in my neck Spring in my back A prick in the bed And he?s ruinin? my day Feeling bereaved Late afternoon sleep Sometimes the drugs don?t keep

Maybe ive been fooling myself for thinking you should come back and my last letter's going to break all of the bridges we've spent years to make all