The Worst Days Songtext
von Saintseneca

I remember now
It was sometime in July.
She blew me away
Like spit from an eye.
She was the bluest glass I′d ever find.
I was the blackest hold she'd ever find.
And I went down around,
Down on my electric knees. Yeah I went down around
Wishing that we′d never meet.
How are we alive?
How are we alive still?
Flowers in an ice storm
When I'm gone for way too long,
And I don't mind the
Thought of dying without you.


If I could play eight notes for you
They′d be.