Moda
I've seen you once
Your skin's opinion - pallid
Did you suffer much?
Your hand is bending backwards
I've come undone
From her feet
Need to spread them out
To love's pit
Consider this
I'm blanking out for a while
Your cleaning house
But the glass is overflowing
Into the pit, don't mess my mind
Had to forget, then move on
Move on..
I've fallen far
Your penalty's forthcoming
Seven tries
But the hand is bending backwards (x5)
So tell this
Should've made the call
Once more I fall
Lost in the first
Fall down into the pit, don't mess my mind
Had to forget, then move on
Who was there? (x2)