Teethmaker - Mimes of wine
Teethmaker in the dead of night
Play the next one for me
When you are almost a memory
When I am not yours anymore
Teethmaker roll your cigarette
And raise your glass
As your ink slowly spills on the floor
When I am not yours anymore
Teethmaker the trail was full of stars
Like never before
Raise your yellow eyes
The needle will run its course
The needle will run its course
Teethmaker in the dead of night
Play the next one for me