You were my favorite architect Stacking up stories Gave me a rib cage high-rise All the air in a skyscraper could never lift these lungs
Like words hitchhiking your breath Riding my insides
I really wanted to believe in your shaky masterpiece But I exhaled and it collapsed into the truth Every building's just a stack of empty stories Cubes of space underneath a hollow roof
There's not much there It's mostly air There was nothing there It was mostly air
Like words hitchhiking your breath Riding my insides
Like words hitchhiking your breath Riding my insides Like words hitchhiking your breath Riding my insidesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
