On the lakebed I lay Where you buried me in clay My eyes swollen shut At the core of the sorrow locked
Chewed up, spat out and forgotten By cold torrents surrounded Fooled by the lying tides I fall, chasing butterflies
Sunshine like knives can hurt you It can cut you, make you bleed If followed by hailstorm It can bruise you, make you shriek
Sprinkles of iced showers Precipitating in the wrong hours Deluge of fire and sweat Killing the dew of regret
Fooled by the lying tides I fall, chasing butterflies
Sunshine like knives can hurt you It can cut you, make you bleed If followed by hailstorm It can bruise you, make you shriekTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
