The Lowdown Dirty все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

So keep your hands to yourself. I think you're lost down in your wishing well. Down where it's hotter than hell. Down where it's ten thousand degrees. I see you reaching for a drink, wish you were reaching for me, when you are liquid to me, won't you come find me and drown me out? Your palms outstretched in this cell that you call home again. You're a cliché you can tell that we're both codependent.. Won't you lie? Won't you lie to me again? Open your home to the thief, because you know he won't steal again where he's protected. Down where she's swimming in the bottle again. Don't cast a look to your father he won't advise again. While he's buried to the neck with the work that he chose for himself over and over again. Your palms outstretched in this hell you call home again. You're a cliché you can tell that we're all codependent. Won't you lie? Won't you lie to me again?