Yourcodenameis:Milo - Pacific Theatre текст песни

Get out of the city
For all your problems I've got mine
This life isn't pretty
I'm still on the assembly line

With my sabre tooth smile, sabre tooth smile
With my sabre tooth smile, sabre tooth smile

Why should I speak to you
I shake your hand, you'll shake my fist
Sabre tooth smile, Sabre tooth smile
How could you bond this rift

Try and make it up to me
I'll enjoy your sympathy
Ten thousand ways to comfort me
I'll never accept this apology

From the greatest skies we'll fall from
Landing on your sympathetic tongue

Try and make it up to me
I'll enjoy your sympathy
Ten thousand ways to comfort me
I'll never accept this apology

It's over to you (x 4)