Video de Randy's House

I've got the rotten apple core feeling, dying like a living ghost, now I'm lying on the ground not making a sound, thinking I love you the most.

And I hope our candles flicker and die so that our hearts don't burn to the ground, down, down, just like Randy's house.

When you kissed me on the cheek with a gun I became a setting sun, now you're heading west bound while I'm lying on the ground thinking you were the one.

And I hope our candles flicker and die so that our hearts don't burn to the ground, down, down, just like Randy's house.