Testi:
Panic At The Disco The Calendar

don't talk anyway Feel like an ambulance Chase her away Pray I could replace her Forget the way her tears taste Oh, the way her tears taste Put another 'x' on the calendar

At night your body is a symphony And I'm conducting you You said if you don't let it out You're gonna let it eat you away Put another 'x' on the calendar

don't talk anyway Feel like an ambulance Chase her away Pray I could replace her Forget the way her tears taste Oh, the way her tears taste Put another 'x' on the calendar