Testi:
Agostinho

Chaque fois que je monte cette cote de honte Je pense aux boyaux d'Agostinho Au secours d'un benevole qui m'emmene en haut du col Qui m'entraine dans

Chaque fois que je monte cette cote de honte Je pense aux boyaux d'Agostinho Au secours d'un benevole qui m'emmene en haut du col Qui m'entraine dans

The queen begs to still be appreciated while the empire stabs her in the back everybody just relax blood drips off her dress onto the ballroom floor

Every town has its issues and every person wants a home everyone has a question wondering where they belong well im stayin right here where i grew

Augustine Just woke up with a broken heart All this time He's never been awake before At thirty-one His whole world is a question mark All this time

If somebody up there likes me Somebody up there cares Deliver me from evil Save me from these wicked snares Not into temptation, not to cliffs of fall

The air is leaving here It's getting hard to breathe, I'm choking The fracture was innocent A miniature compromise that exploded Inside my atmosphere

silver scents of Saint Augustine fire in the ground between my better teeth we're dancing on the poison in their graves at the end of the night we'd all

As the bell tower blocks the summer light All the seeds in our garden fight To break and blossom, all to be adored And look, your skirt is torn And there