My life started slow in a town of idle minds Our daydreams filled the space between our simple drama And my mom was strange, but she'd always liked to sew And all my clothes smelled like the room I was born in My dad was calm, never used two words when one would do And my brother's hands were mischief-bent with no will to stop 'em And on the whole we lived simply and day to day Our fears were trivial, they always died with every sunset
When I was twelve my affliction came to light And I was told that some things I heard were only there in my head But I couldn't tell which were real and which were not And the question loomed over all I did whether i could trust it And I guess over time it became too much And I was sent away at my mom's behest because she'd grown to fear me
Now I live up north in the house full of broken heads And my father comes and visits me whenever he can afford it Sometimes at night when the voices quiet down I find a hope that I'm missed and that they haven't forgot meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
