Number of Lyrics in Album : 6
By The Birthday Massacre, Plastic blue
Invitations in my room
I've been waiting here
By The Birthday Massacre, It's getting late
It all just wanes and pales and
By The Birthday Massacre, Hands cover whispers of the lovers' fright
Fear-cloaked renditions of that
By The Birthday Massacre, Five glasses changed my mind.
Seems like the ticking hands are
By The Birthday Massacre, And boys are so cold
They speak without meaning
The only time
By The Birthday Massacre, The tragic comedy divine,
Paints the way to peace of mind.
Leaving
