Focus on the choir They can't see you gasping for assistance Sitting in the back row of a hall That's free of windows Blink twice if you hear me This isn't real Dreams mark our skin I call this fiction You had no reason I watched you pull three birds out of mid flight Snap their necks So we'll all retreat in an attempt to save ourselves From the massacre of the pirates I'm blind now But I can feel you brushing up against my side With knives in both your hands There's a reason for all of this But you know I'm forgetful Focus on the choir They can't see you They can't hear you Your existence is a question You're a question There's no answerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
