Instrumenty
Ensembles
Opera
Kompozytorzy
Wykonawcy

Teksty: Firewater. She's The Mistake.

Coming down from on high
Crippled wings
X's for eyes
And the clouds are screaming headlines across a tabloid sky

This isn't me
It's just a joke
All this breathing makes me choke
And I hang like a puppet skeleton on twisted wires

She's the mistake
I've been dying to make
Since I can remember
Golden arrow
Straight to the marrow
Folded in flame

She is the drug
I've been dying to take
For ever and ever
I'm hooked and I'm helpless
Tangled and cold
Floating away

The music stops
And there she stands
With a promise in her hands
She's a surveillance camera superstar without a prayer

And every passing light
That penetrates my shattered mind
Illuminates the grim parade that swirls around me

She's the mistake
I've been dying to make
Since I can remember
Golden arrow
Straight to the marrow
Folded in flame

She is the drug
I've been dying to take
For ever and ever
I'm hooked and I'm helpless
Tangled and cold
Floating away...