Envy On The Coast - Sugar Skulls

Isabella stand a little bit taller
I don't deserve your tears anymore,
than you deserve the fears
that I have left you with, dear.
May I bless your every last tear?

She's just a little girl, she knows nothing of this little game we
like to play

So tell the martyrs to wait at the gate.
This is an actual case of the truth.
At least, that's what they call it these days.

So tell your brothers and sisters to wait,
'Cause love is nothing to waste,
And I swore,
Never your heart, shall I break.

Woah, woah
Please bring me back to real
Woah, woah
Please bring me back

Widowed, and a little less faithful,
She let's the sidewalks sympathize
With every step she takes oh,
Ankles growing weak, dear
May He bless your every last tear? She's just a little girl, she knows nothing of this little game we
like to play

So tell the martyrs to wait at the gate.
This is an actual case of the truth.
At least, that's what they call it these days.

So tell your brothers and sisters to wait,
'Cause love is nothing to waste,
And I swore,
Never your heart, shall I break.

Woah, woah
Please bring me back to real
Woah, woah
Please bring me back to real

Isabella, stand a little bit taller.
I am the aisle in the back beside the votive light
Who did this to you dear?
May you never shed a damn tear

So tell the martyrs to wait at the gate.
This is an actual case of the truth.
At least, that's what they call it these days.

So tell your brothers and sisters to wait,
'Cause love is nothing to waste,
And I swore,
Never your heart, shall I break.