Radiator Hospital
blue gown
The song that you sing alone in your blue gown, flowers in spring bloom when they hear the sound. The beautiful thing still seems to let you down. If I donât feel the same I have myself to blame. Iâm your but not by name. The doom is so real, are we making a mistake? The song that you feel alone in your heartache. I just canât deal, I just canât stay awake. I want it bad enough; show me what youâre made of. Iâm yours but not by name.