When all, when all arms become strained I've been trying to reach you Through the tendons I've seen a whole dark place, I'd rather not have seen Everyone's neck deep in their heads
Nothing, nothing but the wind Will bring the floorboards back again For the whole house was covered in wings They lined the walls until the ceiling was in No one, no one but the walls will see me out the door at all Nothing will mourn for me here Save the still and empty lair
Roll the marble The floor is slanted all downhill From the corner I'm going home someday
Nothing, nothing but the wind Will bring the floorboards back again For the whole house was covered in wings They lined the walls until the ceiling was in No one, no one but the walls will see me out the door at all Nothing will mourn for me here Save the still and empty lair
I've seen a whole dark place, I'd rather not have seen Everyone's neck deep in their heads In their headsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
