The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
I engineered a heavy heart
You carried the weight of it
I engineered the awkward look
You carry a trace of it
My passion is accurate
My passion is accurate
I engineered the long silence
I engineered the bored Kiss
I calculated the nights you missed
You carried the weight of it
My passion is accurate
My passion is accurate
I move in mathematician fashion
I move the problem around a fraction
My passion is accurate
You carried the weight of it
My passion is accurate
My passion is accurate
My passion is accurate
My passion is accurate
For me, it was the song that sums up about, at the time, feeling like it was just a stupid corporate conveyor belt of having to write songs to put on a single. You’ve got a single coming out. You’ve got to write two more songs. And I’d be like, ‘No, I did not start a band for writing songs. I did no...