No bodies move, their colours spill in gutters in my chest We raise our chins to break the wind while winter sleeps in cheeks
We are where the seasons meet We are where the seasons meet
We curse this fog and send it off in sparks that ride on evil thoughts This fight is old and reeks of shredding skin, the rugs worn thin from bodies rolling in
Rolling in Rolling in Rolling in
The plague swept through our neighbourhood Something sinister, something good And Eloise, bring the breeze and shake these bones to life
Shake these bonesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
