Call her choose in the gray guy in the roller
I call her she's nothing in the race down in the shape on my heart
And now my dreams they saying 'bout butterflies
And now my heart on the six feet under
I call her choose in the gray guy in the roller
And I cry, but I forgot to glow a glucose to my arm
And now my dreams they saying 'bout butterflies
And now my heart on the six feet under
Ooh Graveyard eyes stare inside make you blind
For a tear of eyes they all the night cold pop up in together Call her I was in the gray car alone
And I call her
She sounded sleepy like she walk from cartoon
And that is all are pushed me under
But taste are turn tasted wonder as a... full fall from my hands
From my hands
You call her round your crane,
you call her
To the sun pole gray He-hey!
You call her love me as all to ray to call her
Even tho she won't pre come
Ooh Graveyard eyes stare inside make you blind
for a tear of eyes they all the night cold pop up in together
