(K.J.Garside / C.Gray)

I used to know this wretched girl,





I made her open for me,
I took her heart,
And I kissed it clean,

But she still kicks against me.

Are the songs my disease?

Are the songs my disease?

Maybe she's creating me,

Mistaken accidentally,
For a girl I used to know,
In darkness permanently,

If I find her the perfect line,
My sickness might desert me.


Are the songs my disease?
Are the songs my disease?