Crooked In The Weird Of The Catacombs

Do you really want to know what I'm doing here?
Do you really want to ask me about it?
Well I can tell you that it's just a coincidence,
But then again I really don't want to bother.

Any love is better than this one so you better run while you still got a notion
Tell yourself whatever you need to man,
You need a consequence and not an emotion

Honestly, oh honestly somethings coming over me
So honestly, oh honestly you were just too good for me

Let's get crooked in the weird of the catacombs,
Twisted in the maze of the palace.
Your so pretty in the city of industry
and on the leader [your repeaters got malice?]

We wander out over the [?] and we can fly off into some kind of fable,
Slide along the banks of the grand canal and in the winter when the [splinters are pieces?]

Honestly, oh honestly somethings coming over me
So honestly, oh honestly you were just too good for me

But when that still life crashes down, in a moment without sound
(woa-ho-ho)

Honestly, oh honestly somethings coming over me
So honestly, oh honestly you were just too good for me
So honestly, oh honestly somethings coming over me
So honestly, oh honestly you were just too good for me