by rattenstein » Mon Dec 24, 2012 3:16 pm
Evanescence - Wake Me Up Inside.
Pick me up, hose me down,
I'm sorry boys about the dirty night clowns.
Earth does break the things that we make,
Like a model planes and cuppy cakes.
I can't clear the leaves from here,
They're too far under the brush this year.
I can't clear the leaves from here,
They're too far under the brush this year.
Let them be buried, buried alive,
In their suits, in their ties.
Trees to shade the moves that they made,
In their suits, in their ties.
Let them be buried, buried alive,
In their suits, in their ties.
You're safe here, now you're in the clear,
Now we'll eat soup and apple pies.