It's not a screen that you pass through A shine in your eyes too bright A pool outside of a window Being pulled by the changing light
I can't look directly at it Your face distorted in the window Swimming out towards my new life Dragged in by the undertow
I'm Sisyphus, you're the witness It's intimate, the violence It's palpable to want it all It's palpable to want
I can't look directly at it Your face distorted in the window Swimming out towards my new life Dragged in by the undertow
The salt, the spit, the magic To last, to be romantic
It's not a screen where I can call you A recording of what you said All my time I have is diamonds Rolling around my head
Maybe I can be a diver Heavy on the sea bed Sliding into water Pushing up against the edge
I can't look directly at it Your face distorted in the window Swimming out towards my new life Dragged back by the undertow
The salt, the spit, the magic To last, to be romanticTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
