Form A Line Songtext
von Caro

You won′t get out alive if I have my way about it
The jokes will all conspire for your concern, then go on without it
Your throat's the wild and fiery setting of all my doubts and mistrust
The rows have riled up and idle-
Minded souls are quick to kick up a fuss

Form a line in the cold night air
While a horse′s head's at the corner of your speaker's bed
Just give me someone to blame, give me something to prove

The frozen soldiers will gnaw their
Way through time to turn them into us
Your broken hopes and false idols pave
The way to end up here at the cusp
Of a stolen story whose foul and
Familiar taste sticks down to your guts
And you won′t get out alive if I have my way about it


Form a line in the cold night air
While a horse′s head's at the corner of your speaker′s bed
Just give me someone to blame, give me something to prove
Fester over all my reckless intentions
It's just another form of sick and twisted fun fair
Just keep repeating my name and I′ll decide on the truth

Form a line in the cold night air
While a horse's head′s at the corner of your speaker's bed

Fester over all my reckless intentions
It's just another form of sick and twisted fun fair
Form a line in the cold night air
While a horse′s head′s at the corner of your speaker's bed

Fester over all my reckless intentions
It′s just another form of sick and twisted fun fair
Form a line in the cold night air
While a horse's head′s at the corner of your speaker's bed
Fester over all my reckless intentions
It′s just another form of sick and twisted fun fair
Form a line in the cold night air
While a horse's head's at the corner of your speaker′s bed
Fester over all my reckless intentions
It′s just another form of sick and twisted fun fair