Talk Songtext
von Ghost Cuts

In the dust
Metallic grey
The particles of everyone I love
Dissipate
We could sleep
Forevermore
And it would feel precisely as it did
Before we were born


A poisoned field
They lied prostrate
Dialog dripped with the fear of lust
And pre-destined fate
As she dreamed
He just moaned,
"The heretics grit roses ′tween their teeth
And we're just bored"

But who talks like that anymore
Who talks like that anymore
"The light you seek can become your thief"?
Who talks like that anymore

But who talks like that anymore
Who talks like that anymore
"The light you seek can become your thief"?
Who talks like that anymore

Who talks like that anymore
Who thinks like that anymore

Anymore