Wanted
Holly Brook - 《Like Blood Like Honey》
Painted eyes and empty streets
Selling perfect tragedies
Faded roses scattered on the ground
I will not fall from grace
Just to live upon your face
I will not sleep to bleed
Has been right in front of me
Shaking out the dusty blue
And there will be no waving of the white
I will not fall from grace
Just to live upon your face
I will not sleep to bleed
Has been right in front of me
All the hell just gets me higher than before
Now an angel has come knocking on my door
I will not fall from grace
Just to live upon your face
I will not sleep to bleed
Has been right in front of me