Darling, I'm damned if I know

with all this fever in my mind
I could drown in your kerosene eyes

Cause you kill me, every single time!

oh, Mr, you will be the death of me and I will lie there with a smile on my lips, ecstatic

Sjung om dom gånger vi delade ett liv med en blick

I’d like for Ewan McGregor to be feminist in more films, please

iPhone-camera and generally artsy blurriness

för att det är det bästa jag gjort and because it has a thorn. which is in focus.

kärlek

You are my accuser, now look in my face
Your oppression reeks of your greed and disgrace
So one man has and another has not
How can you love what it is that you’ve got?
When you took it all from the weak hands of the poor
Liars and thieves; you know not what is in store
There will come a time when I will look in your eye
You will pray to the god that you’ve always denied

Then I’ll go out back and I’ll get my gun
I’ll say you haven’t me I am the only son

I’ll face what I’ve done, and do my time