Charmicarmicat: Bastards

Fine horses don't know
I'll regret my soul
This is the more I've craved for
In the endless steam
It rescues me
She's more like someone else than me
Wash away
She's more like somone else, not me
Wish away.

Bastards take the other way
They back away.
They back away.
They back away.

They back away.
They back away.
They back away.