Baboon - This Town Needs Guns

While time waits for no man

I’ll be here in winter

Tear down your baracades

So I may enter

Your lips are warm

They comfort me

Open up

And let’s begin

So I’ll lay on this

Bed that I have made

So soundly sleep

And whisper your name

Oooooh you, you burn me up

One touch and I am in

A trance like state

Entwining our fates to another

The cost of our will now both bound to each other

What was in your head

When you said

«until death»?

The marks upon your skin

Tell tales while envy

Mocks without remorse

And ties you up in knots

One touch and I am in

A trance like state

Entwining our fates to another

The cost of our will now both bound to each other

What was in your head

When you said

«until death»?

Your lies unfold

Like lines that were left

In turn and consequently

Told all