days and nights rarely look so bright as when i look into your eyes.
on second thoughts, pass me a bucket, you're too much to look at.
let's play a game called "irony".
everything you say is always true. darkly.
we've got black magic under our tongues, and cigarette ash in our lungs.
the right decision will cost you £1.60
don't take it.
this isn't your stop.
