CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Gloom

There's devils in the heat of white light
Saw red in the year of my life
Through new parking lot eyes
My teeth sharp now I don't smile
So who was it told me wrong?
And gloom like the summer long
Now I know the deal
I know

That I'm gone for real
So tried and analyzed
Gone for real
So who was it told me wrong?
And gloom like the summer long
Now I know the deal
I know
Yes, I know

White paint peeling off the ceiling I see
Why I smash my guitar on TV
Like I been off script all week
On set going out my body
'Cause from the roof of the studio
The sun shines over burning homes
Now I know the deal