Video Perfume A Tus Pies de The Autumn 2025 Cristiana Lyrics

The Autumn - Perfume A Tus Pies Lyrics

The end result of...so many meetings
At late night diners with no one eating
We sit in corners and we sip burnt coffee
We count the tiles upon the ceiling
Skip this pretense and cut straight to dying
Don't beg me to keep your eyes from cryin'
You...said...so much
Without...ever parting...your lips
It's past three AM and I'm still far from...sleep
And this is a habit that I can't break
And my only company
I'm skippin' stones
And the street lights flicker like this
Match in my hand
The street lights flicker like this
Match in my hand
And the street lights flicker like this
Match in my hand
Beggin' to strike
Beggin' to strike
And I keep repeating, but
This payphone tele is stopped receivin'
Flat out of change now
I'm sure you won't accept the charges
It's all the same cause by the morning, I'll be
Half-way to...Colorado or some place like that
You...said...so much
Without...ever parting...your lips
It's past three AM and I'm still far from...sleep
And this is a habit that I can't break
And my only company
Is skippin' stones down a dark, suburban street
She keeps on asking, "Do you think it hurts
Much to die?"
"Well, it's hurting so much more to stay alive now."
She's gonna find out how much it hurts to die...
She laced her perfume up with death
I feel it in my lungs
So I'll pull in the deepest breath
And drop my head