Letras
Got nothing good for your kids,
their little souls made of stone,
forever haunting the dead,
won't leave the spirits alone.
The sound of tin in my ears,
I learned that comfort was cheap.
The party lasted for years,
and now I'm crippled you see
Pretty little thing
Take it very slow
Take it very slow,
When you're on your own
All alone.
Make it very slow, make it very slow,
when you're on your own
All alone
Take it very slow
Make it very slow
Under water
We're losing oxygen,
the fuel is slowly running out.
We won't wake up again,
but someone else will come around.
We're losing oxygen,
the fuel is slowly running out.
We won't wake up again,
but someone else will come around.
We're losing oxygen,
the fuel is slowly running out.
We won't wake up again,
but someone else will come around.