Partners in Crime - Coma Cinema

Innocent, her tiny wrists

Are tying down an endlessness

Lingering in an abyss

A broken heart cannot resist

A buried past is flowering

Around the church of suffering

Don’t let it in, don’t let it in

Don’t let it in

Lost within our hotel room

I kiss your neck and leave a bruise

Time drags me away from you

But won’t put me down or cut me loose

A buried past is flowering

Around the church of suffering

Don’t let it in, don’t let it in

Don’t let it in

We’ll never ride their prison line

We’ll never ride their prison line