Double Sided Gun

Flying Cages

Compositor: Zé Maria Costa

Said you'll never leave any front
But your advantage is wan

The weather shakes the restless mistakes
Firmly wrapped in mind's home

My bed sheets hold sick thoughts of you
My pillow mirrors your diffused virgin sun
My conscience shouts 'I just don't care
I will be laughing in despair
Untill she comes'
Won't you fucking come?

I'll be sick into the music
Never thought I had enough 'cause it's one by one
Guess I'll be sick into the music
Never thought I had enough 'cause it's one by one
But you're a double sided gun

A physical need invades my tongue
Creating a cold taste
Did bad relations shape your life span?
Did old love spit on your face?

My bed sheets hold sick thoughts of you
My pillow mirrors your diffused virgin sun
My conscience shouts 'I just don't care
I would be laughing in despair
Untill she comes'
Won't you fucking come?

I'll be sick into the music
Never thought I had enough 'cause it's one by one
Yes I'll be sick into the music
Never thought I had enough when it's one by one
But you're a double sided gun

The rain keeps asking why you're not around you can't be found
And so the walls talk louder
And this lamp sends signs
Infected time

So I'll be sick into the music
Never thought I had enough 'cause it's one by one
Yes I'll be sick into the music
Never thought I had enough 'cause it's one by one
So I'll be sick into the music
Never thought I had enough when it's one by one
Yes I'll be sick into the music
Never thought I had enough 'cause it's one by one
But you're a double sided gun