Aftertaste
This is the everlasting so long from every head,
For you to always hunt me down again.
A couple without emotion, grief dances on our beds,
Breaking the pieces of ourselves again.
And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door,
Drive me dead, waiting for the end.
And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door,
Drive me dead, waiting for the end to come.
This is our saddest day, the worst is yet to come,
Screaming at the top of your lungs.
You are the one I'm taking, the new young residents,
Inside the centre of our universe.
And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door,
Drive me dead, waiting for the end...
And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door,
Drive me dead, waiting for the end to come.
For the end, drive me dead.
For the end, drive me dead.
Drive me dead.
This is our saddest day, the worst is yet to come,
Screaming at the top of your lungs.
And the aftertaste, note it passing at the door,
Drive me dead, waiting for the end...
And the aftertaste, note it passing at the door,
Drive me dead, waiting for the end to come.
For you to always hunt me down again.
A couple without emotion, grief dances on our beds,
Breaking the pieces of ourselves again.
And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door,
Drive me dead, waiting for the end.
And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door,
Drive me dead, waiting for the end to come.
This is our saddest day, the worst is yet to come,
Screaming at the top of your lungs.
You are the one I'm taking, the new young residents,
Inside the centre of our universe.
And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door,
Drive me dead, waiting for the end...
And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door,
Drive me dead, waiting for the end to come.
For the end, drive me dead.
For the end, drive me dead.
Drive me dead.
This is our saddest day, the worst is yet to come,
Screaming at the top of your lungs.
And the aftertaste, note it passing at the door,
Drive me dead, waiting for the end...
And the aftertaste, note it passing at the door,
Drive me dead, waiting for the end to come.
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Boucher, Gavin Burrough, Kris Coombs-roberts, Matthew Davies-kreye, Ryan Richards
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.