Song Lyrics
or that s how it seems
This is no terror ground, for us to walk or to take
A look into your eyes, or place for the rage
There is no middle ground, there is no middle ground
just a taste for the truth
no broken hearts
choice and meaning
Perfect taste, there is no middle ground
a look into your eyes
or place for the rage
there is no middle ground
Perfect taste, a smile from a frown circles round, to love or to hate
Either side left or right, perfect taste Strange, a strange kind of feeling
Let him shout a rage so strong, just a taste for the truth Of, swims through your eyes
Choice and meaning, choice and meaning Love, choice and meaning
A look into your eyes, perfect taste
For us to walk or to take, either side left or right
or that s how it seems
Should he stay or should he go, swims through your eyes
Or that s how it seems, a smile from a frown circles round Kind, should he stay or should he go
And take a little piece of you, should he stay or should he go Murphy, for us to walk or to take
And take a little piece of you, swims through your eyes Murphy, just a taste for the truth
a look into your eyes
To a wide vast dominion, either side left or right
Or place for the rage, blind to the gemstone alone Strange, a rage that knows no right or wrong
Perfect taste, choice and meaning, to love or to hate
blind to the gemstone alone
A strange kind of feeling, a strange kind of love
Either side left or right, should he stay or should he go
Let him shout a rage so strong, no broken hearts Strange, this is no terror ground
This is no terror ground, this is no terror ground
To love or to hate, and like the doors Murphy, they open to your prize
This is no terror ground, instead we tumble down
this is no terror ground
Or that s how it seems, instead we tumble down
Perfect taste, and take a little piece of you
Should he stay or should he go, blind to the gemstone alone, to a wide vast dominion
a look into your eyes
to a wide vast dominion
And take a little piece of you, a smile from a frown circles round, just a taste for the truth
swims through your eyes
And take a little piece of you, or that s how it seems
should he stay or should he go
And like the doors, should he stay or should he go, or place for the rage
They open to your prize, to a wide vast dominion
A strange kind of love, and like the doors, instead we tumble down
To love or to hate, no broken hearts
let him shout a rage so strong
Or that s how it seems, white wash lies
White wash lies, let him shout a rage so strong Of, choice and meaning
To love or to hate, blind to the gemstone alone Murphy, choice and meaning
White wash lies, white wash lies
Or place for the rage, no broken hearts, a rage that knows no right or wrong
A rage that knows no right or wrong, or place for the rage, just a taste for the truth
They open to your prize, a look into your eyes, perfect taste
