Pillbox Tales Mar 30, 2013 19:58:36 GMT 1 Quote Select PostDeselect PostLink to PostMemberGive GiftBack to Top Post by TemptationTwo on Mar 30, 2013 19:58:36 GMT 1 Pillbox Tales Electric line, racing time, fire down the wall. Spinning around, the killing ground. It makes you look so small. Henna years, the stinging tears, flesh on the railway track. The screaming queen on the TV screen is never coming back. Suffer no more. Step inside and listen, listen to my pillbox tales. Your special days, your winning ways, you're living out the past. You're lying lies and tying ties, and running much too fast. But you feel so sick, if you run too quick and wishing every day. Wishing you were all along, wishing you were years away. Suffer no more. Step inside and listen, listen to my pillbox tales. Listen to my pillbox tales. Electric line, racing time, fire down the wall. Spinning around, this killing ground. It makes you look so small. The Henna years, the stinging tears, the flesh on the railway track. Jamming queen on the TV screen is never coming back. Suffer no more. Step inside and listen, listen to my pillbox tales. Step inside and listen to my... Step inside and listen to my... Step inside and listen to my pillbox tales.