Sanoja: When Saints Go Machine. New Elvis.

Physical seduction feels cold, error on my part, Vulcan soil, I'm full
Past suck your bones clean like animals eat your broken heart
Now the sun won't show

You miss your love
You miss your love

Run a comb through your hair, leave your head everywhere
Guns don't click, we break up, pull it up
Guns don't click, tomorrow you will fall in love (x2)

Your thoughts locked on the wrecking ball
Seasons change but crows nest seal your throats
She's sitting on that counter, legs crossed
What an act of torture mercy calls

At the break of Fall, square system blows
Mountains of no rest, caving in on you
At the bar your mate kiss centerfolds
Your conditions off only laughs you pull

You miss your love
You miss your love

Run a comb through your hair, leave your head everywhere
Guns don't click, we break up, pull it up
Guns don't click, tomorrow you will fall in love (x2)

Guns don't click, we break up, pull it up
Pills don't hit, tomorrow you will fall in love

Guns don't click, we break up, pull it up
Pills don't hit, tomorrow you will fall in love
New Elvis