Şarkı sözleri : Zombina And The Skeletones. The First Kiss (Cuts The Deepest).
I have a confession for you,
You're not my first.
I'm older than i seem, though sometimes i still move too fast,
I'm smarter than i look but i have a chequered past.
I have a confession for you,
You won't be my last...
The first kiss cuts deeper than the rest,
It's a shame, but it's just the way it is.
The first kiss cuts deeper than the rest,
I will never breathe again.
I have a confession for you,
My love passed on long ago,
When the world was black & white and i was oh-so young,
Now i'm obliged to take from you what i need to stay strong.
I have a confession for you,
All i love has gone,
In between days, only at night,
I took his love, he took my life,
Somehow my dress became undone.
The moon stared down in disapproval,
Like a dead man's head forced into a pitch black drain,
Weeping stars to illustrate a glittering release from pain,
From my loveless life. my lifeless love would gleam,
Just like the tears that hang above our heads,
In these wooden beds.
I think it's getting late.
As i kneel before saint peter's gate,
The hot breath of hell upon my neck as i wait.
And i wait, and i wait, and i wait....
You're not my first.
I'm older than i seem, though sometimes i still move too fast,
I'm smarter than i look but i have a chequered past.
I have a confession for you,
You won't be my last...
The first kiss cuts deeper than the rest,
It's a shame, but it's just the way it is.
The first kiss cuts deeper than the rest,
I will never breathe again.
I have a confession for you,
My love passed on long ago,
When the world was black & white and i was oh-so young,
Now i'm obliged to take from you what i need to stay strong.
I have a confession for you,
All i love has gone,
In between days, only at night,
I took his love, he took my life,
Somehow my dress became undone.
The moon stared down in disapproval,
Like a dead man's head forced into a pitch black drain,
Weeping stars to illustrate a glittering release from pain,
From my loveless life. my lifeless love would gleam,
Just like the tears that hang above our heads,
In these wooden beds.
I think it's getting late.
As i kneel before saint peter's gate,
The hot breath of hell upon my neck as i wait.
And i wait, and i wait, and i wait....
Zombina And The Skeletones