Текст песни 8 Track Project Cut - Telefon Tel Aviv

As I choke, tried to wash you down with something stong
Tried, but the taste of blood remains
All these cold, empty mattresses and falling stars
My, how they start to look the same
So keep in happiness
And torture me while I tell you
"Let′s go in style"
A million hooks around
A million ways to die
Darling, it's cold outside...
No, no more eyes to see the sun
You slide into bed while I get drunk
Slow conversations with a gun
Mean more than I′ve ever said to anyone
So keep in happiness
And torture me while I tell you
"Let's go in style"
A million hooks around
A million ways to die
Darling, let's go inside, it will be alright.
But last night
You said you ended up in Palm Springs dancing on tables
Almost fought some bitch at the club
Got kicked out of your hotel and lost your shoes
Well fuck, what am I supposed to be impressed?
You′re just another set of bones to lay to rest
So i′ll say goodnight
Hope you had a really good time.
Good time
But i will soon forget the colors of your eyes
And you'll forget mine
So keep in happiness
And torture me while I tell you
"Let′s go in style"
A million hooks around
A million ways to die
Let's go outside
It′ll be alright
But last night
You said ended up in Palm Springs dancing on tables.