Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nursery Crimes, artist - Indica. Date of issue: 22.06.2010
Song language: English
Nursery Crimes |
| How I love to hate the morning sun |
| And the cheerful voices as they come |
| To erase my dreams at sore, dead smiles |
| How I love to hate the things I down |
| Learn to love the things that make me numb |
| Using earnest words for empty lines |
| I would love to break their telescopes |
| «Girl you’ll go so far I hope» |
| But all those stars are just a joke |
| I would love to feel the love I fake |
| And make love to things I hate |
| My future’s bright behind me |
| See the dangling puppet |
| (Something) in the corner |
| Dancing on the borders of my empty stages |
| One toy soldier gives the order |
| The puppet lands, and I’ll never ever wake again |
| How I hate to love when others dance |
| Take your chance, they romance |
| Their hearts beat, one by one |
| How I hate the words 'lets have fun' |
| You’re the one |
| I can only wonder when it’s ever done |
| How I hate to love playing dumb |
| None for all, all for fun |
| Open arms and itchy thumbs |
| How I hate to love the ones I love |
| Love to hate myself so much |
| Love to hate me when I love |
| See the dangling puppet |
| Hanging in the corner |
| Dancing on the borders of my empty stages |
| One toy soldier gives the order |
| The puppet lands, and I’ll never ever wake |
| The dangling puppet |
| Hanging in the corner |
| Dancing on the borders of my empty stages |
| One toy soldier gives the order |
| The puppet lands, and I’ll never ever wake again |
| See the dangling puppet |
| Hanging in the corner |
| Dancing on the borders of my empty stages |
| One toy soldier gives the order |
| The puppet lands, and I’ll never ever wake |
| See the dangling puppet |
| Hanging in the corner |
| Dancing on the borders of my empty stages |
| One toy soldier gives the order |
| The puppet lands, and I’ll never ever wake |
| The dangling puppet |
| Hanging in the corner |
| Dancing on the borders of my empty stages |
| One toy soldier gives the order |
| The puppet lands, and I’ll never ever wake again |
| Ever… |