Woorden: Planes Mistaken For Stars. Say Not A Word.

I stared you down so hard I burnt your shadow to the wall
and through the haze you served a slow pull from grace
at a drunken pace
I've nothing to sell you, nothing to trade
what would you have me give? what would you let me take?
let fall past your lips a siren's kiss
to temper the crash of dawn
sister sing along "twilight be sweet"
come tomorrow of this place we cannot speak
and come tomorrow these sins we share, we two shall keep
oh twilight be sweet
pull the blinds, put my back to the door
say not a word, sister, split down on me
kill the lights, drag me to the floor
say not a word, sister, split down on me