Test Virgin Opposites Songtext
von Greer

Hey, it′s your wedding day, your 40 hours pay
You've been a good friend to me
Burrowed in a thought, the senate has the aux
The bridesmaid plays an Oxford waltz

And if it′s meant to be
I could never leave you uninteresting overtures
Burrowed in a thought, if she floats, she's not
An asterisk on an empty page


Truth, blame it on youth
I know they choose to strafe all of your lies
Ah, me, nowhere to be
No one to see them strafe all of your lies
Blame it on all of your lies

Hey, build yourself away, it's just entertainment
Reverie of self-defense
Wringing out the knots from empty parking lots
Beyond the icy street affairs

And if it′s meant to be
I could never leave you uninteresting overtures
Auction off your thoughts, I won′t let them rot
And wrap around your sultry hair


Truth, blame it on youth
I know they choose to strafe all of your lies
Ah, me, nowhere to be
No one to see them strafe all of your lies
But I won't let you go all the time