Teksty: Luke Pickett. Even In Heaven They Carry Switchblades.

She lays the table for two, a banquet where no one moves. Captive to her long brown hair, this time no one can stare away. She peels down hearts from the sky, with wings that pick their own life. She keeps a gun by her side but darling no one will hide from you.

And this i ask of you...when you look in the mirror do you shield your beauty from your eyes? because i can see it all the time.
Just stick to the right path.

She cries herself to sleep. My dear theres no need to weep. This stories always been told, you've got a heart of perfection. When you walk into a room everyones eyes fixed on you. Everyone wants you, but nobody can have you.

And this i ask of you...when you look in the mirror do you shield your beauty from your eyes? because i can see it all the time.
Just stick to the right path.

And they're running through the clouds without you