
Lock-Box Redress
by Bela Kiss· from For Those Who Dont Believe
Call me an ambulance...
The girl shot me down with a photograph
And Im at a lose for words,
But I don't mind.
Could I be Love sick?
Should I be alarmed? Am I Danger (No)
(Note to Self)
A) Store her ehart secure
B) Throw away the key
C) Be Thankful, for what you now own.
She's made of dreams,
I don't want to be her nightmare.
Save me, save her, save US.
SAVIOR THE MOMENT OF PASSION.
I will thank you.
She's made of dreams,
I don't want to be her nightmare.