Breathing lessons and bleeding poems Caught in my throat If you bring the tinder, I'll bring the fuel I'd rather burn this down, than let it go
Before the grieving, before the salt water rain, before the strain sparks the engine, sending speed to the wheels Before you're shedding your skin, and I'm running for the coast Before my chest is howling with the songs of your ghost You should know, you should know, you should know Me
How'd we get here? Crime for crime? It was only my mouth If you bring the tinder, I'll bring the fuel, I'd rather watch this burn, than let it go Before the tail spin, before the miles and miles, before the reeling and the running off the rails, before the fault lines tremble under the weight of the years And we're spreading the ashes out in the fields You should know, you should know, you should know MeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
