Might have been otherwise I think of it sometimes The ritual, the give and take Mirrored in the things we say
Fuchsia burns a summer road Asphalt melts as we watch Absence can you feel it on your skin Porcelain alive eyes still Leave me to my own imagining The spectacle, the mannequin
Waiting as night leaves blood red crescents in its wake Inevitable end to what we made Nothing's ever meant to stay the same Isn't that the way of it they'll say Isn't it the way of it always
When I was younger, a watcher on the side Did I do it right? Birds play havoc in the hours before dawn
Could have been otherwise I Believe in it sometimes The ritual, mistakes we make Mirrored in the things we say Eaten by the very words we sow Salute the magpie, shoot the crow
Waiting as night leaves blood red crescents in its wake Inevitable end to what we made Nothings ever meant to stay the same Isn't it the way of it always Isn't that the way of it they'll say
When I was younger, a watcher on the side Did I do it right? Birds play havoc in the hours before dawnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
