Ten Souls

Lyrics

Distraught on violence day You taught me how to hate Gasoline, we have thrown, fire the graveyard Spinning gloves will catch your breath We burst in exclamation marks from living rooms too small There were ten souls from free falling, ten souls from helicopters We burst in exclamation marks from living rooms too small Short-sighted heart waiting for something Like the blood in the snow Like a colour red mile We could save it on gasps Through all our wet clothes And these messes are yours Yes, we fired the graveyard And who was it for?