A Number To Murder Two - ASG

There’s still smoke retreating through the snow

An open door

Foot prints trail by crimson life no more

The skin is cold

Search lights beam to the coast

And ohh

Falls with the tide low

Thoughts from your killer dance my way

Thoughts from your killer dance my way

Way x 3

Marble stones are cast across the shore

And colorful

Tales of men who brave the sea alone

And coming home

I don’t know when you go

And ohh

Fells like a lost soul

Thoughts from your killer dance my way

Thoughts from your killer dance my way