FMuzic

Rawwwrr
Rawwwrr

Taking back, what you stole from me.
Taking back, what you stole from me baby.
Taking back, what you stole from me.
Taking back, what you stole from me baby.
Taking back, what you stole...
Taking back, what you stole from me.

(Scream)

Wash away these memories, silent and proud.
Wash away these memories, silent and proud.

Blood won't confirm, on these curtains.

Your blood, my hands.
Your blood, my fucking hands.
Run for, the hills.

A cherry sunset blossoms,
But we're not there to watch it fall,
On the vacant canvas, we should be waiting,
With our face down on the grass,
Staring till our eyes give way,
Let's paint this city black,
While the night's still young,

You,

This cherry sunset withers,
Our words, as frail as paper,
A dawn I thought we'd never see,
Alone, on this silent beach,
There is nothing we can do,
There is nothing we can do,

The sky, it burns itself out,