New Seasons

Duration

5:37

Genres

Alt. Rock

Description

Lyrics

Wring out the words that come out my tongue and put them onto paper when it's done. and its starving Wring out the words that come out my tongue and a silver bullet cant kill this one, still breathing. Cause I'm starving for this appetite of conversation And I won't sleep until the pen is wrung out dry, for every word that slowly writes itself, she's constantly thinking of herself For the nights we both remember are the nights we both forget, For every stain of lipstick on his face is just another sign of something you do best