Does the blood on your face, And your hands taste too sweet?
Well and inside, you ain't fine to me Well isolation, desolation.
Well at the edge of the world. Yeah, don't come to me at all. The way you look and think of me,
Well and inside, you ain't fine to me. Well isolation, desolation.
Well at the edge of the world. Yeah, don't come to me at all yeah.
The way you look and think of me,
Well and inside, you ain't fine to me, Well isolation, desolation.