One thousand stillborn thoughts To cradle and hold With my mothers hands A place that my mind Chased and hoped Of these empty winds To breathe
No I wont rest When the house is to shame Call out to these waters Yes you gray lakes Do I bury them With their names?
You cut me open Just to see what's within Clean up these organs Wrap your words with my skin
I guess Im just looking for a transplant lover Within??? Some one who would dance Around my doors And sing a casket
What do you say Now what do you say It is a strange year And it appears that I am stuck
But I predict A graceful expulsion I predict A graceful expulsion I predict A graceful expulsion I predict A graceful expulsion
Stranded in the north sea Yeah a wild dream Frantic city keep my warm This fog Its been a heavy year Bathers but dying at(?) Saint Georgian Bay Am I to condemn The hands of darkness Now tell it to the quiet Fire of my blood Tell it to the eager Fever of my heart Who will arrange the funeral?
I predict A graceful expulsion I predict A graceful expulsion I predict A graceful expulsion I predict A graceful expulsion I predict A graceful expulsion I predict A graceful expulsionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
