Perfect Life Songtext
von Storm Crows

Down in the cellar, I die
Every time that you smile

Tell me
All of your secrets and everything that makes you tick
(And what makes you sick)

How come?
You always avoid my gaze while I am smelling your hair
(Your panties as well)

Down by the cellar, I die
Every time that you smile
Seems only natural to me
To make a dress out of your skin

Wonder
When am I going to be in your writings the star
(On the diary you hide)


I could
Be the artist that paints your back and ribs black and blue
(Like that fellow you knew)

Down by the cellar, I die
Every time that you smile
Seems only natural to me
To make a dress out of your skin

These are all the letters from your ex-boyfriend, Kyle
(Every single nail you′ve clipped, I keep inside a jar)
Made sure you didn't get them because he made you cry
(Next, to the shower pictures, I took last night)
I′ll preserve your beauty, won't let it go to waste
I will slip inside you, you'll be my Sunday best

Down in the cellar, I die
Every time that you smile
Seems only natural to me
To make a dress out of your skin

Out of your skin!
Out of your skin!
Out of your skin!