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