The tic begins, where's the manned end? The climate change will never get in Silent and strong, prepossessed You never need to make your own mess Weasel
Just kicked all my vices In time for her next crisis Shit's crashing around us No use pretending we trust She's better, no wonder Every day gets longer
Sshhhhhh Shhhhhhh It's, oh, so quiet sshhh shhhh It's, oh, so still shhhhh shhhh You're all alone shhhh shhh And so peaceful until... You fall in love
Don't ever show them how That weight might drag you down And you don't feel like trading places Your false humility to be who they want you to be But
The tic begins where's the manner end? The climate change will never get in Silent and strong and prepossessed You never need to make you own mess Weasel
Tercüme: Kask. Tik.