one kiss became a weapon.
I don’t want to bleed in vain.
Clouds collide in the heavens,
I surrender. To the rain.
The death bells that also rang,
like madness… from above.
I’m going… out with a bang,
and a heart disease called love.
I don’t want to bleed in vain.
Clouds collide in the heavens,
I surrender. To the rain.
The death bells that also rang,
like madness… from above.
I’m going… out with a bang,
and a heart disease called love.
— Heart Disease Called Love, John Cooper Clarke
Posted November 24, 2009 at 11:20pm
