A little piece - THE JEZABELS

There’s a cold, easy glow, dancing over our street. I could of chased you down, I could of held your love, But wouldn’t you think me weak? Of All I should know, How the streets come and go, You chased the kaleidoscope dream. Stranger, baby, always keep me in your sweet memory. A biting cold, thrash and scold, and Drown me under our street. Perfect hips, perfect hips, she was Perfect lips, pieces of your heart, splattered on the cliff. We go