
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
Showcase Heart |
Passion, ask this question to love, «How tall is my faith?» |
Since it’s all been run out by this tear to the left of my chest |
It was quickly occupied by a few of my old friends |
Who quickly express themselves in four letter words |
Bad mouth in my taste, it’s all for you |
Introduce yourself hate, just remember you only get one chance at first |
impression make it good |
When you try your best and they’re not impressed, take it like you should |
You stand in front of one of the greatest plans ever to be executed |
And low and behold ironically posed behind it all was you |
Bad mouth in my taste, it’s all for you |
The day I decided to wear my heart on my sleeve |
I came home, shirtless, bareback wondering why it was so cold in here |
With marks on my wrist from those swipes at the heart |
Or was it at the sleeve? |
Taking your own again, so cold in here |
And I’ll take you at the wrist |
Those rather lion-esque characteristics could result in death |
Those are the ones that can swipe at your heart |
I’ll take you, wrist at the wrist and we’ll do it again |
So cold in here |