In the hum of time you stand Frozen like a stopped clock's hands Wrapped in the things you wear for comfort Only your eyes show your terror Your chalky skin is thick but frail Like Egyptian paper And pent blood deafens your brain Till you think you've let the outside world in
And you're like a star in the heaven That's cold bright and beautiful And just like a star in heaven You're so unreachable
You imagine yourself a statue To be looked at with a price Around your neck to show how much you're worth And how you shouldn't be touched But you're made of flesh and yearnings Like all the rest of us around you No statue ever cried like you When your mother weaned youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
