Texty:
Wildhearts The Endless Nameless

The lights are on, the ships have gone I'm fine and dry and much to my relief I'm flying high, to beat the sky And one by one my blues pass underneath

White boy, white lie, two-faced dead guy Too lust for life to die along with it Take it, talk it, comb that carpet Pull on the bone and chaser in secret

Everybody go, fetch the stereo Take a ride in the car to a place I know Monkeys in the park, shaking after dark We'll be back in the morning with the

Okay, you were right, I mean it's only fair, the up's gotta share with the down's How's about we go out tonight? Let's just go walking around Okay, so

Check out the scene The makers of taste are all peachy and keen The pace is of summer the height is a climb Now is the colour and blue is the time.