A curse lies on your body, nestled in your throat keeping you in hospitals keeping you alone A curse lies on my body, nestled in my heart keeping me in New York keeping us apart My stomach's in my chest what I'd give to rest on yours my heart beats in my throat and it resonates your shaking bones Maybe I thought a kiss could lift the curse and still your bones but the detail I had missed was that I still had my own to lift And if I could rip my skin off from my determined frame I'd unearth my healthy body in service to your failing limbs I'd fill you with my meat and sinew and taking root they'd fill you in and you would grow so brave and strong your throat would fill with songs Maybe it would be the same, but at least you would have me to blame and your sickness will be broken and you'll never be aloneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
