poison cup
history will be kind to me for I intend to write it
he's dressed up like a squire, bootlegged whiskey in his hand
you float like a feather in a beautiful world
don't think twice
and he loved the way her hair fell across her dress
and as for the clouds, just let them roll
korvmacka
wide awake
throw me in the hurricane tell the whole world I gone insane
tell my guitar I won’t be coming home tonight
Oh baby, your time is running out
I’m not to not to love until it’s cheap
pour a little salt we were never here
rollercoaster, can't find my friends on the ground, just lift me up and send me spiralling down
Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows
I can't do the talk like the talk on the tv and I can't do a love song like the way it's meant to be
find a convenient streetlight, steps out of the shade
you shouldn't come around here, singing up at people like that, anyway what you gonna do about it
A lovestruck Romeo, sings the streets of serenade, laying everybody low with a love song that he made
