White Slumbers
Am I damned from the start of it all?
The chosen heartache angel.
White numbers, white slumbers
Not me
Pit fall of eternity, secured by the end of the honeydew vine
And inside, the sweet holy water.
White numbers, white slumbers
A likeness of my daydreams.
The chosen heartache angel.
White numbers, white slumbers
Not me
Pit fall of eternity, secured by the end of the honeydew vine
And inside, the sweet holy water.
White numbers, white slumbers
A likeness of my daydreams.