Текст песни Cold Lights - The Birthday Massacre

The wrong place at the right time
With blind faith and false pride
Blood lips and black eyes
A face of fire

Since I first met you
All those words I confess to
Since I first met you
This small world hasn't got room

Lost days, bright nights
Bad trips and joyrides
She burns in cold lights
A face of fire

This time, I'll forgive you
So many lies to live up to
Those eyes cut straight through
Feels so right when I let you

Since I first met you
All those words I confess to
Since I first met you
This small world hasn't got room

This time, I'll forgive you
So many lies to live up to
Those eyes cut straight through
Feels so right when I let you