Til The Day I Die

Garbage

I must confess it can feel good to feel pain
Like breaking waves or getting caught in the rain
Playing those games cause we had nothing to do
I was oblivious I was losing to you

Oh I will love you to the day that I die

Holy Jesus
Holy rock 'n roll
The more I gave to you the more you grew bored
And making love became the waging of war
No peace
No tenderness
No fun anymore
Izvajalec: Garbage