The Hunger
Holy eyes that never,
never back down at your feet.
Hold on tight and never,
never know much more than this.
Open skies the way the pain scents of US bliss.
Hungry eyes stare at me I know I know, donÔÇÖt come!
Tore my time and taste the scent of queens
perfumeness and so am I are mine take it and lips I think I kissed.
Lonely skies the more ou take the more that I give in.
Holy eyes never, never I know I know donÔÇÖt come!
Hold on to the memory yea its all you go, I know youÔÇÖll be.
DonÔÇÖt come! Hold on to the memory, yea itÔÇÖs all you got.
I know youÔÇÖll be there to say it last, it lost it lost.
DonÔÇÖt come! Hold on to the memory yea its all you got.
I know youÔÇÖll be there to cut the Knife.
Hold on to the memory itÔÇÖs all you got.
I know youÔÇÖll be there to slowly cut the last, the last, the last.
Hey Yea Hey Yea Hey
