She Drove Me to Daytime Television (demo) Songtext
von Funeral for a Friend

Can′t beat the best ones
A little closer, maybe a bit too close, yeah
You function, you turn out
A flawless performance

Turn your camera away from me, whoa
Spill your guts in eight milimetre, whoa, oh
Put your focus where your mouth is, whoa
You're the only one who′s fading here

Such holidays in the sun don't come without sacrifices
You know it makes more sense
Such holidays in the sun don't come without sacrifices
You know it makes more sense


I like the way you cry
Break my heart and break my hands and let me down, yeah
I want to snap your neck in two
And leave you for dead, you are so dead

Turn your camera away from me, whoa
Spill your guts in eight milimetre, whoa, oh
Put your focus where your mouth is, whoa
You′re the only one who′s fading here

Such holidays in the sun don't come without sacrifices
You know it makes more sense, haha
Such holidays in the sun don′t come without sacrifices
You know it makes more sense, well

On, and on, and on, and on, and on, go!