Woorden: Buddy & Julie Miller. Blue Pony. A Kiss On The Lips.

(Julie Miller)

Turn the lights up, baby, gonna close my eyes,
Don't want to see the situation out of disguise,
I'll run my finger down the scar.

Breathe it in like air, drink it down like wine,
Then I sit, I stare at the scene of the crime.

When the lie comes down like a kiss on the lips, it's a fragile wire the memory trips,
The taste is sweet, the kiss is unkind,
There's a crawlspace in my head that I find,
Fire burns hot, river runs wild, and the wind sounds like the cries of a child.

Night stands at attention just to watch and wait, like it came to see if I was gonna break,
You hold me up, you fold me up like paper,
In the naked city where we wear it like skin,
Come on, baby, it's such an unoriginal sin.

When a lie comes down like a kiss on the lips, it's a fragile wire the memory trips,
The taste is sweet, but the kiss is unkind,
There's a crawlspace in my head that I find,
Fire burns hot, the river runs wild, and the wind sounds like the cries of a child.

There is an edge, there is a blade that's so sharp,
Baby, it can separate the soul from the heart, from the heart.

You use need a gun; I give you what you steal,
If you don't ride this train you're underneath the wheel,
I'm too emotional for this.

So rock it up now, baby, but don't look down,
Let's just make it goodbye, I'm gonna leave this town.

When the lie comes down like a kiss on the lips, it's a fragile wire the memory trips,
The taste is sweet, but the kiss is unkind,
There's a crawlspace in my head that I find,
Fire burns hot, river runs wild, and wind sounds like the cries of a child,
When a lie comes down like a kiss on the lips, it's a fragile wire the memory trips,
The taste is sweet, but the kiss is unkind,
There's a crawlspace in my head that I find,
The fire burns hot, river runs wild, and the wind sounds like the cries of a child