It's My Darkest Hour
You're Twenty-Two
All Our Love is Lost
And your Soul's Trapped
within painting, prince
My hands Are Cold as hell
Your heavenly Eyes pouring rain
Asphalt Jungle is solvet red,
red,
red
scaring living and dead
dead
dead
Your tears are made out of
blade
blade
blade
We setting in cafe
like we are at Cross roades
waiting
wanting
wishing
For Something More
But
But All Is Lost
Lost
Lost
Only four white Roses are left of us
On The Screaming black Table
Tables Turned
Tables Turned
around, around & around
the wheels of fortune
we are out of Gas
Freezing in our winter of discontent
are Youth have passed
passed
passed
No Reflection in mirrors ever Last
ever Last
last
last
No Reflection
No reflection
No Reflection
Only Lovers Left 4 Dead
Only Lovers Left Alive
Only Lovers Left 4 Dead
Only Lovers Left Alive
Only Lovers Left Alive