Lyrics A Number To Murder Two - ASG

A Number To Murder Two

There’s still smoke retreating through the snow
An open door
Foot prints trail by crimson life no more
The skin is cold
Search lights beam to the coast
And ohh
Falls with the tide low
Thoughts from your killer dance my way
Thoughts from your killer dance my way
Way x 3
Marble stones are cast across the shore
And colorful
Tales of men who brave the sea alone
And coming home
I don’t know when you go
And ohh
Fells like a lost soul
Thoughts from your killer dance my way
Thoughts from your killer dance my way