i stood on your steps.
and watched the blue.
filter through your blinds.
and i traced lines backwards.
begging to before bottles spun us to bed.
and bitter kisses beat us to sleep.
and you can be sure.
i'll be leaving.
half as fast as i came
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme!
Pigs
The Time It Took
The Time It Took
Bastards
Wasted
Wasted
Dancing On The Face Of The PantherDancing On The Face Of The Panther
Bastards
Dying By Degrees
Dying By Degrees
Bastards
Little Death
Dying By Degrees
Little Death
Dancing On The Face Of The PantherDancing On The Face Of The Panther
Wasted
Blinders
Blinders
Division