Little Room
judas
Judas flying machine touched, ankles in my mind
I was dying before their eyes, singing a good goodbye
Judas lit up my eyes from dark
Softly leaving me out to dry
I was dying before their eyes, singing a good goodbye
Judas flying machine touched, ankles in my mind
I was dying before their eyes, singing a good goodbye
Judas lit up my eyes from dark
Softly leaving me out to dry
I was dying before their eyes, singing a good goodbye