Poor Boy Songtext
von Mechanical Bride

On the wind we′ll
taste the innonce also secret sweet
and we will not breathe before we speak
and we will not come for her

She said
Poor Boy, Poor Boy... you're just not right
Poor Boy, Poor Boy... you hate your life
What can I say or do...
To change your gray eyes back to blue?


I′m wind sweet
cinnamon and we do not for
we do not come for her

No more
Poor Boy, Poor Boy... What have i've done
Poor Boy, Poor Boy... I around
What can I say or do...
To change these gray eyes back to you?

On the wind we'll see

and we do not breathe before