She walks the street, and the stars say:
"It's a great night to die, yeah". And you may not know, you fixed this b***erfly's wings.
Vinyl scratches again, we breathe in unison,
like a dead celebrity, ask the same questions. We are broken silhouettes dancing on glass. Never forget lovers gone by.
"It's a great night to die, yeah". And you may not know, you fixed this b***erfly's wings.
Vinyl scratches again, we breathe in unison,
like a dead celebrity, ask the same questions. We are broken silhouettes dancing on glass. Never forget lovers gone by.