Breathing this poison, alive but near death Under the water, and holding my breath But we were made to drink in the earth Its river and gutters, its mountains of worth
Fur and feathers, and leather, and scales They'll tear you apart if they get the chance Fur and feathers, and leather, and scales They'll rip you apart, I swear that they will
Up in the rafters without any lift Equal parts laughter, intention, and gift It was an accident, there was no thought With no concentration or steadiness there
Falling into the sky Up from the earth and into the sky Lift off the ground and hover awhile Do you think you could fly if you triedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
