Nailed in place Fingers casting lines unmet Through an unseen fog to only silhouettes
Injured ships are dragged To off shore graves
There is nothing to discuss On either side of our shorelines Loving days are dying fast Can we only hate the same
Resorting to indifference Having no frame of reference
Pull me under Drowning my affinity In distance and obstinance
Pull me under Drowning me by bottle or by boat
Last time I was here It was so cold and I was in pieces Shattered and broom swept Cobblestone hands intertwine First time last time every time
Searching for servility Left with disparity Drinks may dampen the blow As our skin breaks too easy
Your primitive skin sinks like a stone Casting empty lines to vacant minds
I will dry my salt-water eyes Swimming deeper once again Cutting my heart line Cutting my heart lineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
