Murder By Death - Social Gatherings lyrics

rate me

Spilling stories, passing time

To our lips the smoke tastes fine

Landing hands on drinks

Stalling while your shoulder broke the light

I know all she is to everyone tonight

Someone stares

Each night I'll move slowly

Towards something, she'll follow

Memory runs dry

For the almost of your heavy breathing

Vans we parked

As my pump's fury offered

For the almost of your heavy breathing

Vans we parked

As my pump's fury offered

For the almost of your heavy breathing

Vans we parked

As my pump's fury offered

For the almost of your heavy breathing

Vans we parked

As my pump's fury offered