Baboon

Tradução

This Town Needs Guns

Compositor: Stuart Smith

While time waits for no man
I'll be here in winter
Tear down your baracades
So I may enter

Your lips are warm
They comfort me
Open up
And lets begin

So I'll lay on this
Bed that I have made
So soundly sleep
And whisper your name

Oooooh you, you burn me up

One touch and I am in
A trance like state
Entwinning our fates to another
The cost of our will now both bound to each other
What was in your head
When you said
Until death?

The marks upon your skin
Tell tales while envy
Mocks without remorse
And ties you up in knots

One touch and I am in
A trance like state
Entwinning our fates to another
The cost of our will now both bound to each other
What was in your head
When you said
Until death?

Your lies unfold
Like lines that were left
In turn and consequently
Told all