The Valley - Ovlov

Shock me again

Saw two?

Oh, why?

And your curse was the same

Made in old time

You go in may on the bus

So you can grow to share

With my mind in there

You win may to stare

Your words for this town

Beacon falls;

aye

And you made it your fault

Falling old;

why?

You trust me then to a friend

And you would go to them

With your mind a friend

To be changed in bed