Each Man Kills The Thing He Loves Testo

I'm going down again to Kingsland Square Where we'd pass the hours without a care Maybe this time I will find you there Another night descends on lonely town Winter ghosts are all that gather 'round I still look for you in every crowd Broken chimney stacks Railroad tracks Stained glass cut my hands An old photograph torn in half The devil laughs Each man kills the thing he loves Each man kills the thing he loves I'll wait for you in this familiar place It won't matter if you're a little late Was it so long ago I kissed your face Broken chimney stacks Rairoad tracks Stained glass cut my hands An old photograph torn in half The devil laughs Each man kills the thing he loves