Texty:
Deep Blue Something Byzantium

Everything just right, sugar and old spice Under the thumb for the last time now He exits his old cell There's a priest casting old spells Then he takes

If you lead the way I will follow Although it's not the way I would go They said don't take it Well, I won't They said don't fake it Well, I won't I

What was the point today It didn't seem to have one And I could wear anything And I could be anything Tonight I don't wanna feel wonderful Tonight I

listening, listening and every hand is framed that gang of hours still call themselves a day. call it shades and subtleties, enraged, grey generalities