Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Torrid Love Affair, artist - Boys Night Out. Date of issue: 15.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
A Torrid Love Affair |
| The first time I saw a body bend that way |
| I realized that we’re more beautiful dead than alive |
| With bloodied flesh removed, your rib cage ripped away |
| And I saw why they say beauty comes from the inside |
| It won’t be the same this time around |
| You’ll never be the same again |
| I promise to never forget you |
| You’ll remember me |
| For as long as you live |
| And your life ends right here, right now |
| As I tear your heart apart |
| I’ll take your hair with me |
| Wrapped around my bloodied knuckles |
| As a soft, silken reminder |
| Of the day you discovered |
| That even the softest words |
| Can’t heal the deepest wounds |
| I pray that they find you |
| And use the softest words |
| To hide the hardest truth |
| I’m covered in your blood |
| It’s over. |
| We’re better |
| One day we’ll forget you |
| Were so right and so clever |
| I’m covered in your blood |
| It’s over. |
| We’re better |
| One day we’ll forget you |
| Were so right and so clever |
| I’m covered in your blood |
| It’s over. |
| We’re better |
| One day we’ll forget you |
| I’ll take your hair with me |
| Wrapped around my bloodied knuckles |
| As a soft, silken reminder |
| Of the day you discovered |
| That even the softest words |
| Can’t hide the hardest truth |
| I pray that they find you |
| And use the softest words |
| To hide the hardest truth |
| (Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer) |
| Henry: If you shoot someone in the head with a .45 every time you kill somebody, |
| it becomes like your fingerprint, see? |
| But if you strangle one, stab another, |
| one you cut up, one you don’t, then the police don’t know what to do. |
| They think you’re four different people. |
| What they really like, |
| what makes their job so much easier, is pattern. |
| What they call a modus |
| operenda. |
| That’s Latin. |
| Bet you didn’t know any Latin, did ya Otis? |
| Otis: Big fucking deal |
| Henry: What? |
| Otis: Nothing |
| Henry: It’s like a trail of shit, Otis. |
| It’s like the blood droppings from a |
| deer you shot, and all they gotta do is follow those droppings, and pretty soon, |
| they’re gonna find their deer |
| Otis: Why don’t you use a gun? |
| Henry: You can use a gun. |
| I’m not saying you can’t use a gun. |
| Just don’t use |
| the same gun twice |
| Save me from this |
| Love affair with broken hearts |
| Before it’s too late |
| Save me or save yourself |
| Love affair with broken hearts |
| Before it’s too late |
| Me or save yourself |