paroles de chanson Cyanide - Creeper

Kissing in the acid rain
Heaven on her tongue again
"The cutest couple in the halls of hell"?
Well, she was smoking with her friends
Exhaled nicotine and breathed me in
Black denim under pale moonlight
Her skin is milk so pale and white
Underneath the teenage spell
Well, she's Christina Applegate
Hopelessly beautiful in 1988
She's my cyanide
I drink her every night
Modern love can feel like suicide god
She's my cyanide
I drink her every night
Modern love can feel like suicide
"Holy water for the lady please."
Love is best upon our knees
With grass stains upon our jeans
Now the devil dreams of me and you
Of all the nasty things we do our baby
Black lipstick on a coffee cup
Love is envious of lust
She's cold but still I burn up
In a gin and tonic trance
We know sobriety won't teach the kids to dance
She's my cyanide
I drink her every night
Modern love can feel like suicide
She's my cyanide
I drink her every night
Modern love can feel like suicide
So we drive until the road (Runs Out)
Or at least until our tears (Dry)
We count our sins beneath the sun
We know no one forgives the fugitives of heaven
Modern love can feel like suicide
She's my cyanide
I drink her every night
Modern love can feel like suicide
She's my cyanide
I drink her every night
Modern love can feel like suicide