O holy ghost of eternal discontentment Help yourself to the helm, be an anchor when I let you in O holy weight, o tremendous radiant doubt Come blend in with something that I need till I can't pick you out
'Cos in every place I've ever lived in The same voices are talking from in the next room It's not so bad that I'd call it a habit Just something I can't seem to stop wanting to do
There's chatter that's less of good luck and more of poor taste Some good fortune's no more than a joke or a blessing misplaced
'Cos in every place I've ever lived in The same voices are talking from in the next room It's not so bad that I'd call it a habit Just something I can't seem to stop wanting to do
But even so I don't know How these shadows can grow When nothing ever casted them out How I came to be at the feet Of some dark deity No one ever told me about
With every whisper of some slight absolution Every angle's begrudgingly laughing at me Every word is the joke that I've stolen But I've committed and truly it's all in the deliveryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
