الأغاني:
Editors In This Light On This Evening

Ain't it just like the old days? Wait and see how the hand plays Living out our second-hand cliches Ain't it just like the old days? You are what you

I swear to God I heard the earth inhale Moments before It spat its rain down on me I swear to God In this light and on this evening London's become The

, he's not ready to die I'm attracted to the light, I'm attracted to the heat It's a violent night, there are boxers in the street Damn, this place makes

your tongue, swallow your venom You're too young, hold your tongue No push and no shove, spit your verbal mace Hate can turn to love not for this human

I swear to God, I heard the Earth inhale, moments before it spat its rain down on me. I swear to God, in this light and on this evening, London's become

I swear to God, I heard the Earth inhale, moments before it spat its rain down on me. I swear to God, in this light and on this evening, London's become

achieve. Well I?ve found you out, I?ve seen the life you wish to live And well it kicks like a sleep twitch! You will choke, choke on the air you try

: I'm turning in my skin, alcoholic din, fills the room we're in Girl, I think it's time we leave, like a thief on Christmas Eve, Take and you shall

: I don't wanna be ignored, oh God, when I'm calling off this fight. You're chewing with an open mouth, raw meat, your blood drool attracts the flies