Proof read injury Like lucid comatose Far off hopefulness But I will stay For the idol That glares from the mantle Seized in an instant I’m afraid it had to be this way Conflict with no end Prisoner with intention No language could imitate We are so far away from the union And years become echoes
Post marked envelopes Addressed to the room I’m in Process is emptying While you abstain From the shoulders up All that I have of you No sense to the order Is everything within a frame Garments stitched for us, faithfully Will cover the bruises We’ve learned to self medicate We are so far away from the union And years become echoes
Nothing left to say To anyone at all Redistribute the pages To everyone you know Nearer to our ignorance Nearer to the dust Nearer to the stillness Nearer to a must No longer at ease No longer able
All these hours All these years Held it down Fixed to stay Locked along the halls So I can’t go Look behind Trails of indecision plug the gaps But that was then Good enough, fine for now Try to keep it level for the crowd And this is nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
