Pacific Theatre Songtext
von yourcodenameis:milo

Get out of the city
For all your problems, I′ve got mine
This life isn't pretty
I′m still on the assembly line
With my sabre-tooth smile, sabre-tooth smile
With my sabre-tooth smile, sabre-tooth smile

Why should I speak to you?
Shake your hand, you'll shake my fist
Sabre-tooth smile, sabre-tooth smile
How can you part this rift?


Try and make it up to me
I'll enjoy your sympathy
Ten thousand ways to comfort me
I′ll never accept this apology

From the greyest skies, we′ll fall from
Landing on your sympathetic soul

Try and make it up to me
And I'll enjoy your sympathy
Ten thousand ways to comfort me
I′ll never accept this apology

It's over to you
It′s over to you
It's over to you
It′s over to you