particular. I have had them before. But nothing that was for sure. . And my feelings have grown. Rigid like a wooden post. And my love is like a curtain. That has been drawn closed. And my life just
want to admit it. I'm running on seconds, I'm rigid, I'm screwed. Don't know what to do, I'm thinking of you. I'm drinking up bottles and bottles of booze. Chorus. I'm better off all by myself. Though
. And paced the trails of sin. . Your gaze covered with virgin snow. Rigid features. It's the shallow deeds whose to blame. Deafening shrieks pierced the night. . A step from oblivion. Moving into
. And paced the trails of sin. . Your gaze covered with virgin snow. Rigid features. It's the shallow deeds whose to blame. Deafening shrieks pierced the night. . A step from oblivion. Moving into
laughs of pain. And their harder smiles. And their rigid arms. And their evil signs. Yeah, the longer days ah, the longer nights. Oh, yeah the longer. Yeah, they're longer still. . On each and all
is two-faced and the rules are rigid 'cause it's strict time. Strict time Toughen up, toughen up. Keep your lip buttoned up. Strict time You talk in hushed tones, I talk in lush tones. Try to look
