The Queenstons
The Queenstons
The Queenstons
The Queenstons
The Queenstons
The Queenstons
The Queenstons
The Queenstons
The Queenstons
The Queenstons
The Queenstons
The Queenstons
The Queenstons
The Queenstons
The Queenstons
The Queenstons
The Queenstons
The Queenstons
The Queenstons
The Queenstons
The Queenstons
The Queenstons
The Queenstons
The Queenstons
Everybody is gonna be happy
You're gonna make you so happy
The stitches didn't hold
My blood is running cold
You're tearing into me
You're happy as can be
A line is formed with red
My eyes roll back in my head
You're tearing me away
I'm fine, or so I say
Your hands are warm against my heart
Unlike the knife you used to cut
The hole you fill so comfortably
But now I'm pouring out my guts
I will make room, I'll empty out
I'll make sure you can move about
I'll change my everything for you
Just keep on doing what you do