Going down like a diving bell 55 fathoms deep Drawing nothing from a dried out well Can't gather me to myself Nothing of myself I wanna keep
Through a landscape ill-defined Ground shifts beneath my feet No lock or door stays untried Can't gather me to myself Nothing of myself I wanna keep
Living with a memory of the flame A flame of fractured light Wonderin' why she backed away Just when the storm, the storm Was at its height
Feeling like a burned-out car Sitting on forgotten street Broken pieces is how things are Can't gather me to myself Nothing of myself I wanna keep
Living with a memory of the flame A flame of fractured light Wonderin' why she backed away Just when the storm, the storm Was at its heightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
