Number Four Lyrics

Ten floors. One breath. Hello, world.
Nine weeks in bed. "Why our girl?".
Eight lies through eyes hugging skies.
Seven flames. Good-bye.
Six flames. Goodbye.
Five mouths irate. This is fate.
Four friends scream hate. "Sorry" is late.
Three piles point miles. Go with style.Harloe - Number Four - http://motolyrics.com/harloe/number-four-lyrics.html
Two flames. Good-bye.
One change. Good-bye.

Hollywood, look what you've done.

When dead to man,
She made wings with the palms of her hands.