Sewing these stitches, I'm pricking my fist and thinking about the times you used to let me walk with you. Why do you make me believe our paths crossing is written in the stars? There's no stars out tonight. Don't tell me that you can't be seen with me, it's not nice. Making me feel even less than what I'm not. You've got a heart of ice.
These nights are getting chilly and if you were near pride disposed, fear swallowed. They say you try to keep a clean soul but you have a twisted mind. Well, we'll all untwist in time.
Picking the pieces I dropped on the trail of you, gotta find a new path home. It ain't easy when my maps been torn up and chewed. I guess I should've written it in stone. Trusty stone. Hot wax you poured on my back paralyzed my spine, climbed each vertebrae. Only so it could penetrate my mind and be there permanently. It was hot. Now I am cold.
But these nights are getting chilly and if you were near pride disposed, fear swallowed. They say you try to keep a clean soul but you have a twisted mind, we'll all untwist in time.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
