The doctor tells me I’m connected to the weather That I’m just falling from the Rain sat on my dirty feathers
He calls me darling and he Stitches me whenever I fall to pieces as Only plasters hold me Together…
The doctor thinks I’m fine He thinks I’m making up lies The doctor thinks I’m fine He leaves me here to die
The doctor tells me to show him where its hurting Hes looking deeper than my eyes Were ever showing He gives me reasons nothings Special about me! And as he stripped me only Plasters held me together…
The doctor thinks I’m fine He thinks I’m making up lies The doctor thinks I’m fine! He leaves me here to DIE!
The doctor tells me I’m connected to the weather That I’m just dying from the rain sat on my dirty feathers He gives me reasons NOTHINGS SPECIAL ABOUT ME! And when he stripped me… He’d see…
The doctor thinks im fine He thinks I’m making up lies The doctor thinks I’m fine He leaves me here to die!
Oh Doctor well you think that I’m fine I’m hear to tell you that I’m breaking this time Powdered bruises getting deeper with lies
And the plasters are not working this time…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
