Gather sparks in a velvet bag Count them out, one by one again Under bricks, buried away Speculate on a future stake Hold them close, swallow them up whole Pound them out into sheets to control The words become translucent You cash them in
All this talk in the clouds Changes wind on the ground Open eyelids of gold Cut me out, cut me out, cut me out, cut me out
(Oh, oh, oh, oh x8)
A burning bloom on a bed of spines Digging deep into your skin The dry lines crack with charcoal Your only comfort is a burning sun Hold it close, inhale it in Take it down, and down, down again Feel the quicksand through your fingers While you melt away
All this talk in the clouds Changes wind on the ground Open eyelids of gold Cut me out, cut me out, cut me out, cut me out
Unleash the downpour As the words rush in, Will they wash you away? Watered down Cut me out, cut me out, cut me out, cut me out
(Oh, oh, oh, oh x8)
Cut me out, cut me out, cut me out, cut me outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
