Woorden: Favourite Sons. Tear This Room Apart.

Sweet heart you're killing me, you're killing me slowly
i say all the right things when i talk to myself
it makes me want to tear the room apart... when i think of you dying

she had such a beautiful smile, such a beautiful smile i swear
i lived my life in that beautiful smile, in that beautiful smile i swear

baby, though its hard for you, hard for you here
you bring me such, bring me such, such sweet reverie
it makes me want to tear the room apart... when i think of you dying

she had such a beautiful smile, such a beautiful smile, i swear
i lived my life in that beautiful smile, in that beautiful smile, i swear

she had such a beautiful smile, such a beautiful smile, i swear
i lived my life in that beautiful smile, in that beautiful smile, i swear

she had such a beautiful smile, such a beautiful smile, i swear
i made a man out of myself in that smile, in that beautiful smile, i swear

sweetheart you're kiling me, you're killing me slowly
sweetheart you're saving me, you're saving me slowly

do i... do i know myself?
you've asked the wrong man