A Taste For Crime
STACY JONES
As the tides hit the road
I can never gate the burning snow,
On a phanhm wave
We glide until we melt and flow
Frozen you have chosen to be here
So as the misery takes fold
Shallow, drink it down
Doesn't seem to hurt as much
Til you hit the ground,
Follow me we'll hide behind the sun
The sky is breaking through
The universe will fight to shine
Beneath the dying moon
We learn we own a taste for crime
Broken we have spoken come on blue
But nobody seems to know, its simple enough
With the way of pitch black hours
His confidence, silence and sound
His confidence, silence and sound
Follow me we'll hide behind the sun
Follow me we'll hide
