Texty:
Glasvegas

When your sparkle evades your soul I'll be at your side to console When you're standing on the window ledge I'll talk you back, back from the edge I

Let the raining teardrops rain down on me tonight I think that making up, faking up stories is alright Tick tock, stop the clock, fiction is my thing

I'm gonna get stabbed The Baltic fleet oh are up my arse No cavalry could ever save me I'm gonna get stabbed You don't want to stab me You don't want

There's a storm on the horizon And for that I can't see the sun For I'll keep a waiting on the pavement For the ice cream van to come It's die hard hate

Lonesome swan Tell me what is wrong So you feel that we've all moved on And you're feeling so alone Kids can be cruel, you know that's fair to say But

Tougher than tough Toughest when we are together Thoughts of me and you forever The rest can go to hell Yeah, I am lost but so are you Just like little

Heartbreak I'm not holding your hand anymore Why can't you understand? Euphoria, take my hand Euphoria Your ways, my ways Never, always The future, the

Mister Mojo's rising, I took a ride From the L.A. mountains through time To get you and see you as mine I dreamt you were mine Since my eyes saw yours

Confused desires since my teenage years I'm the same homo my family fears For my blue eyed boy There's a long distance longing But behind closed doors