Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vanity, artist - Eighteen Visions. Album song Vanity, in the genre Метал
Date of issue: 11.08.2002
Record label: Good Fight
Song language: English
Vanity |
And I wonder, where do you get your inspiration? |
Where do you find your motivation? |
And what motivates me to hold your hand? |
And I don’t want you to see all these things I hide |
When you were holding my hand, I didn’t think I’d die |
And I wonder, why do you make that midnight drive-by? |
When you left me out to hang dry? |
Well, this rope is tightening |
And I don’t want you to see all these things I hide |
When you were holding my hand, I didn’t think I’d die |
And I don’t want you to see all these things I hide |
When you were holding my hand, I didn’t think I’d die |
And I don’t want you to see all these things I hide |
Yeah |
Yeah, you couldn’t tell me |
That this was the best that you could do |
And now you’ve left me to hang here all alone |
And she waits for me |
In her Sunday dress, laced with pink and white |
You shouldn’t have shut me out |
When you’re the one that changed your mind |
You could’ve change your mind |
While I was sitting here, alone |
If you should die before you ask me, how am I? |
If you should die before you ask me, for my life |
If you should die before you ask me, if I’d die |
If I’d die with you |
She’s innocent but she’s got a gun, yeah |
She’ll hand it over and then she’ll run, yeah |
I’ll pull the trigger, yeah |
I’ll pull the trigger, yeah |
I’ll shoot her up, yeah |
I’ll shoot her up, bang |
Bang |
Yeah |
I want you plastic perfection |
I want to see your vanity |
I want you sexy psychotic |
So I can see your lunacy |
And I wonder, where do you get your inspiration? |
Where do you find your motivation? |
And what motivates me to hold your hand? |
Sweetness, this isn’t working |
I thought the breath that you’d bring would give me life |
Yeah, and she’s so melodramatic |
She thought that I was romantic |
But then the gun went off |
And now I’ve left you to bleed here all alone |
And I look so beautiful |
In your Sunday dress, laced with pink and white |