Anarbor - Passion For Publication lyrics

rate me

It's the calming before the storm

Alcohol sits nicely in your stomach warm

When you wake up hungover

You wish you were sober.

I've danced with the devil

And dreamed with the demons

Fell asleep with death

Then fell short of breath

When you wake up hungover

You wish you were sober

Just be pretty but naïve

Anything you hear is what you believe

Let the rhyme get stuck in your head

Wish you had undressed me in your head

It's the low before the high

It's been so long you thought you would die

When you wake up hungover

You wish you were sober

And I'll be counting the days that the sun goes past

With the clouds beneath my feet

Just be pretty but naïve

Anything you hear is what you believe

Let the rhyme get stuck in your head

Wish you had undressed me in your bed

'Cuz we've been falling apart

Built to crumble from the start

I'm a cold metal machine

And I'll do things you've never seen

Just be pretty but naïve

Anything you hear is what you believe

Let the rhyme get stuck in your head

Wish you had undressed me in your

Just be pretty but naïve

Anything you hear is what you believe

Let the rhyme get stuck in your head

Wish you had undressed me in your bed

'Cuz we've been falling apart

Built to crumble from the start

I'm a cold metal machine

And I'll do things you've never seen

And what they don't tell you in church is

Saints are sinners too.