She walked Her head hung down Watching her feet Move on their own Restless hands Grasped at things No one else could see Dark circles watch As eyes grow wide Guardians of her gaze A high red flush Of something wrong Stained the hills of her face Midsummer blazed Her rotting cage Death took his hat off At the grave The scarecrows drape the colored page Marking giant mistakes Getting stronger in pain of These special things All wrapped in plain
And no one saw Pale shoulders shake Passed over for Shinier things For brighter birds With bigger wings Take up all of the cracks Nothing left for the faint This poisoned mouse With paws on stars Mottled gray fur Ignored
She quickly dreams of fall Where brighter flowers dive And bend Quicksand's Right hand Weighs in Low weathers Greatest friend Wet breath in shallow lungs That drown Quick hands Like doves
The scarecrows drape The colored page Gaping selfish mistakes Grinning wider each day Growing stronger in pains Of these special things All wrapped up in plain An imbeciles glory day Spitting coins at the fade Of these special things Twilight final soft claim All wrapped up in plain All wrapped up in plain These special thingsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
