paroles de chanson Bloody Mary - EBRI KNIGHT

This the shorter story
Of your fingers on a glass of coke.
Your dirty smile
And my dirty smoke.
I don't know why
But we are here wasting time,
When the glass broke,
You didn't mind.
Your city is tattooed on your face
And you only wish to go.
But I'll go on burning the days
Of Bloody Mary to her soul
And her words, her words, her words...
This is the shorter story
Of the gold in your golden hair,
Sometimes scared
And sometimes fair.
This is the shorter story
Of your killing down the street.
We'll never more be you and me.
It was ending from the beggining
But we never said goodbye.
But I'll go on burning the days
Of Bloody Mary to her soul
And her words, her words, her bloody words...