Angie Hart
Angie Hart
Angie Hart
Angie Hart
Angie Hart
Angie Hart
Angie Hart
Angie Hart
Angie Hart
Angie Hart
Angie Hart & Bonnie “Prince” Billy
Angie Hart
Angie Hart
Angie Hart
Angie Hart
Angie Hart
Angie Hart
Can I be pure when there's poison in my blood?
Is there a cure for not growing up?
Do I deserve someone better than me?
Will I dilute the sickness
When will I be able to see?
Can I be sure when the light comes like a flood?
Is there more than a half empty cup?
Do I deserve someone better than me?
Will I dilute the sickness
When will I be able to see?
To see myself in your eyes
To be myself and not just for you
To be the one you think of first
On the dark days that you feel like me
Why is there a floor when beneath is the core?
Why a ceiling, it just makes me want for more?
Do I deserve someone better than me?
Will I dilute the sickness
When will I be able to see?
To see myself in your eyes
To be myself and not just for you
To be the one you think of first
On the dark days when our souls are on high
The devil in the fires
And in between the parts of me I no longer need
To see myself in your eyes
To be myself and not just for you
To be the one you think of first
On the dark days with ourselves in the skies
Observing like flies
Surely these are parts of me and not just a dream
To see myself in your eyes
To be myself and not just for you
To be the one you think of first
On the dark days with ourselves in the skies
The devil in the fires
On the dark days that you feel
On the dark days that you feel
On the dark days that you feel
On the dark days that you feel