All the times. All the ways. All the nights. All the days. All the highs. All the lows. All the kids. All alone. All of this comes to an end.
Vertaling: Vaux. Plague Music.
Dim the lights. No don?t talk. Brass mirrors on my wall. All the sheets are on the floor, and i wonder how it feels at the end. Telling lies, making
On the interstate, my last ride. Change the lanes and don?t look back. Blur the view ahead. Cross the lines. I can?t be caught like this. Said you
The blackest hair, her lips and her skin so pale. Push back the chair, and go introduce myself. She can?t play fair, and i?m in no hurry to fail.
The preacher said it?s hot as hell. Got the devil on his window sill, going down. His t-shirt read ?the boys won?t tell? but if you want to watch there
: All the times. All the ways. All the nights. All the days. All the highs. All the lows. All the kids. All alone. All of this comes to an end
