Floating down Roosevelt The sky is bruised You got nothing to lose Watching a cigarette melt Into dust, where do you put your trust When the world is clawing at your gut A soft touch is like a dream The hardness smooths, the red goes blue Can't say what the sum of it means The mirror winks, there's blood in the sink And nothing to drink Pleasure seeking animal instinct
You don't have a home You're just a fleck of light passing by Ticking like a metronome Keeping time looking for signs Something divine Something to enlighten or align Schisms scratching at the grеat designTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
