Am I cold? I cannot tell Have I fallen? Or am I falling down this stairwell?
Oh, the cadence of the glow Concussive flashes of distant memories Good God, I feel your hands on me
In the dying of the light, my aggressor runs under the lamps Morning light they'll get to see the crime committed on me
Sonny Green is feeling slow Pepped up with a bag so righteous he sings all of Rubber Soul
Oh, the cadence of the glow Percussive flashes over dimly lit country Good God, I feel your hands on me
In the dying of the light, my aggressor runs under the lamps Morning light they'll get to see the crime committed on me
Silk, dampened, unknown, over final thoughts Where will I be in two years? Euphoria breaks over the bow, washing up the macabre Out to sea to my mother's arms
And I'm losing my ability to fathom Awake and not awake And I'm losing my ability to fathom Awake and not awake And I'm losing my ability to fathom Awake and not awakeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
