Текст песни tomorrow if not sooner - lye.ll , VINCENT VELOUR

run like hell
but your breath won't hold
the devil's kiss
Delilah's pride

black as day
cold as sound
your words grow limp
the more you say

let the whiskey run
the show won't stop
'til the bells toll dawn
in this broken dream

let the whiskey run
press your body close
blow another round
burn the temple down
let the whiskey run

take her hand
her ivory hand
kiss her lips
red as blood

she knows no fear
her shots are true
jet black reins
and an ashen smile

so break your bread
weigh your debts
let your face grow pale
hold nothing back

let the whiskey run
press your body close
blow another round
burn the temple down
let the whiskey run
let the whiskey run
burn the temple down