Letras
In the night
By the light grown to dementia
I'm alright
It's all the others that are clearly insane
Unturning
Discerning what card to lay
I'm burning
Still learning to kerb my ways
Pretty little Anna, pretty little Anna
Pretty little Anna, pretty little Anna
Pretty little Anna, pretty little Anna
Pretty little Anna, pretty little veins
I felt her heart like the start of a tribal beat
As the trees grew dark at the edge of her periphery
I am not the wolf when I don't want to be
I dreamt a life with me the hero
But when the moon is full and the alcohol grips my veins
Sanity hits a perfect zero
But I'm alright
It's all the others that are clearly insane
Desire
Fires lick the slopes of a sick Pompeii
I'm tired
Holding roped the beast from its wicked ways
Pretty little Anna, pretty little Anna
Pretty little Anna, pretty little Anna
Pretty little Anna, pretty little Anna
Pretty little hammer bury it away
I watched her back for the lack of a front to play
As the sky grew black at this beauty in her disarray
I am not the wolf when I don't want to be
I dreamt a life with me the hero
But when the moon is full and the alcohol grips my veins
Sanity hits a perfect zero
Sanity hits a perfect zero when you're around
My feet don't touch the ground
Spirited away to a distant shore
Driven to a madness, sweet and virginal
What sights
What rights does she have to steal my mind again?
Those cold eyes give her away, they give her away
They give her away
They give her away to this passion plague
I am not the wolf when I don't need to be
I dreamt a life with me the hero
But when the moon is full and the alcohol grips my veins
Sanity hits a perfect zero
It grips my veins