Alba s touto skladbou:
Tricks, Treats, and Other Tales from the Crypt,
If you could just close your eyes I'd help you pull the trigger
I have to see if you and I were made for something bigger
So take a breath and squeeze away lets find out what your made of
If I should fall into your arms then by your hand will death be done
When darkness comes a smile grows on my face no one is here and nothing is wrong
The machines that have built my walls have disintegrated
Slowly disintegrated
If you could just close your eyes I'd help you pull the trigger
I have to see if you and I were made for something bigger
So take a breath and squeeze away lets find out what your made of
If I should fall into your arms then by your hand will death be done
I’m leaving tonight
I’m craving those black skies
When morning comes the sun shines on my face
I can't get up and something is wrong
The machine that pumps my blood is disintegrated
Slowly disintegrated
If you could just close your eyes I'd help you pull the trigger
I have to see if you and I were made for something bigger
So take a breath and squeeze away lets find out what your made of
If I should fall into your arms then by your hand will death be done
I’m leaving tonight
I’m craving those black skies [x2]
