Below The phone lines and the crows I plant my feet in the earth and the rocks And hope my body grows
I wait And stare until I see A silhouette of myself in the earth That isn't fucked up or obscene
But I'm just scaring birds While my fingers reach for the Edges of the world
It's so bleak And tears run down my cheek To see yourself as something to beat To know nothin' and still preach
So no It's not time for me to go I should change But I probably won't So I'm stuck up on this post
Still I'm just scaring birds While my faded skin Burns from the Bright light of the world
So cut me down Well cut me down Well cut me down Well cut me down I'm around
Oooh Oooh La dah dah dah da-ah-ah La-ah
It's drying my eyes out The sun is too hot It's draining my blood I'm not able to clot I'm stuffing myself With paper and thoughts To fill out my chest It's only a prop It helps to go shopping When love can be bought Spending my money Don't think I can stop It's bleeding me dry I don't think I can clot Nothing is real I feel like a prop
Still I'm just scaring birds Well I'm all alone But I'm King of my world
So cut me down Well cut me down Well cut me down Well cut me down I'm aroundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
