how do I get where I'm going?
Murmur in the heart of St. Peter Fuelling lies and fooling eyes.
A paradise or afterthought? It's not a broken heart that I'm reeling from.
Look around and you'll see my kind,
(So hard to play the part)
(So hard to play the part)
But soon its under my skin.
Think it over while I rest my bones. but I'm not too blind to see. Hurry up I'm feeling sad,
Look around you'll see my kind,
begging with all our might. Can't you see you're breaking me?
(So hard to play the part) (So hard to play the part)
At first its oh so sweet. More from Pale Young Gentlemen