If you were clay and I were silt I’m built on weak deposits as the ocean fills me Push and pull the break of the dawn If only I could hold it in a small clay pot
And solitude they treat you well Until they burn you down And the dreaded voices tell you All your faults in small clay pots I’ve dropped them all around you as picked them up And hold my hand And hold my hand And hold my hand And hold my hand
Its back its back the demons on my back You knock them off so gently like they’re bowling pins or cobwebs Its fine its fine You whispered instead and held my hands so gently I could lengthen out my loneliness
And hold my hand And hold my hand And hold my hand And hold my hand
And I wish that I had known I wish that i had seen Wish that I had known how much you’d done for me And I wish that I had noticed Wish that I had noticed I wish that I had known how much you’d done for me
And hold my hand And hold my hand You hold my hand You hold my hand
If you were clay and I am silt I’m built on weak deposits as the ocean fills me Push and pull the break of the dawn If only I could hold it in a small clay potTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
