Rabbits Songtext
von Molly Drag

I thought he could make it happen.
Got high on Young street just chasing rabbits.
Melancholy is not a feeling.
Something evil is breaking surface.
Say we are the power.
The threads in the fray.
Appreciated. Inside the holy I wished you loved me.
I wish you killed me.
I wish you left me.
I'm sorry he left.
It will surpass his death.
Inside the story – just what you're missing.