Jacob & Pandora (English Breakfast)

Served English breakfast on the bed But his weak little stomach Made him vomit superstitions Begone thoughts of broken trough It would be idiotic for me not to die for you It would be idiotic for me not to die for you Til death do us part I'm yours Not afraid of my closet anymore Up against monsters bathed in gold I surprise her with some piano chords Something in a major key Cause her weak little soul Can't handle sadness that well It would be idiotic for me not to die for you It would be idiotic for me not to die for you Til death do us part I'm yours Not afraid of my closet anymore Up against monsters bathed in gold Til death do us part I'm yours I'm not afraid anymore Til death do us part I'm yours I'm not afraid anymore Til death do us part I'm yours