My thoughts like birds Are circling around my words And they're sticking to my lips like dirt Exploding out like fireworks In awkward spurts And all we are Are pieces I have caught From your holy bits of afterthought I've improsoned them like fifty-odd Fireflies caught in a jar And we are unavailable Because our chests are full of all we know But it is unraveling, this spider web we are weaving All of the hurt Coursing through your living limbs Your shoulders, back, and arms and shins Could hold you down and keep you in The routing place you're living in But if I'm right I see I blinding light Blasting from your body parts Your eyes and mouth and hands and heart Your arms apart, there goes my heart And we are unavailable Because our chests are full of all we know But it is unraveling, this spider web we are weaving And we've ensnared in sticky string all the people that we love But it is unraveling this spider web we are weavingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
