Taste of candy
On your fingers
You lick them off
Washing them clean

Traces still found
Your 60 years old
And your dire need
Of eyes to see

Don't you know what
You are living for
Will you let go
And come off the floor

Come fly with me
Away

She walked away
Walked away again
For the last time
She's still the same
Still the same
Because of the last crime

She screams, she lies
And she swings
And she tries and she knows
There is so much more
And he laughs and she cries
She swings, he d