Paroles
Oooooooh
Leave all your errors graces at the cemetery gates
Beneath the bones and blood we're much the same
The spoils of all too much to hold in these lackluster hands
That close around my neck as here I stand
Oooooooh
Oooooooh
Small fortunes left to lose and yet these bullets haunted proof
That fame or something else has got my back
Sentimental as ever
I'll find some new excuse to hide under
Oooooooh
All the errors and all the graces
Oooooooh
Couldn't change how much I hate this
House stripped bare
Not just a will and testament
Filed away lest I forget
Not just a will and testament
Filed away lest I forget
Oooooooh
All the errors and all the graces
Oooooooh
Couldn't change how much I hate it
Oooooooh
Parting ways with empty houses
Happily and disaster steeped
Half for you and half for me
Happily and disaster steeped
Oooooooh
Oooooooh