The hole in the floor boards The cot near the front door The moon was gone; from side the world was dark as nightmares You took all my fears and, You wrapped them in wonders But there's no magic inside the moon It's just a rock you can't reach
I was never the short knife But I was never the dull mind I was somewhere in between A thorn an acquiescent So you said it was for me When you tried to break me Well you can save your breath, I know, I'm not the kind you pray for
Took a river of bad blood But now I see where we came from Can't grow a proper branch when half the trunk is rotten And you swore that it hurt you But pushing your night through Well you can save your breath, I know, we're not the kind you'll pray forTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
