Pacific Theatre - Lyrics - Yourcodenameis:milo Lyrics

Get out of the city For all your problems I've got mine This life isn't pretty I'm still on the assembly line With my sabre tooth smile Sabre tooth smile With my sabre tooth smile Sabre tooth smile Why should I speak to you? I shake your hand, you'll shake my fist Sabre tooth smile Sabre tooth smile How will you bond this rift? Try and make it up to me I'll enjoy your sympathy Ten thousand ways to comfort me I'll never accept this apology From the greatest skies we'll fall from Landing on your sympathetic tongue Try and make it up to me I'll enjoy your sympathy Ten thousand ways to comfort me I'll never accept this apology It's over to you It's over to you It's over to you It's over to you