cyrill duneau
french touch is cheezy.
Lyrics
December ending - loneliness creeping
in this big white flat by a deserted resort
miles of tarmac away from anyone anything
that could make her living a life of sorts
words - promises - her tongue - her cunt
everything given was something rotten
hopes - money - stolen but what was the point
she lives in a world where nothing happens
and she knows she's been lying
and she knows what she's paying for again
and she knows she's been lying
and she knows what she's paying for again
