Ex umbris through the indigo canvas
He’s coming back
Tied up with lapis lazuli around his neck
For a good luck his friends said
Feel the cold feel the cold feel the cold little boy
And in veritatem no one could feel it better than he did
Against the fear and biting nails against this and that
He did thank to them
He’s coming back
Got to see where they buried my voice maybe
Between my naughtiness and their saltiness well
Now you just feel the cold feel the cold feel the cold
If there’s you and some other cheaper boytoy who do you
Think they’d vote for
And through the teary day he circles the icing clouds with okay’s
With Betty Boo and bitter lemon at the Break Away
Again and again and again
Just the same at the Break Away
Feel the cold feel the cold feel the cold little boy
The same thing you did to
That funny false choice before they even learn to pronounce your name
Well feel the cold feel the cold feel the cold
He’s coming back with the cross around his neck
And feel the cold feel the cold feel the cold little boy
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Drazen Boskic.
Published on e-Stories.org on 22.06.2006.
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