Quiet Light

I was passed out cold Face down on the floor I loved you once Now I'm not so sure Dead poet years Running in your blood I lay by your side To be there was enough Ooooohh Time keeps on moving Out of you Ooooohh I can't keep waiting For tarot youth If

Oh put it on, take it off real quick on the bottom of the pile, I'm feeling sick. It never crossed my mind that my baby lied, no, to keep me in the beggar's guild. So I sleep all day and I dream all night with the bottle in my hand I take the devil's