If only I could fix the sky to meet me If only I could fix my heart to meet at dawn It's got a way of knowing when to hurt me Oh, it's when the night is long
Backwoods lullabies, feel like a ghostly touch Roots spread all the way back to godless times And it's got a way of knowing when to haunt me Oh, it's when the night is long
And there's a young one sitting at the top of the world Counting down a clock, that nobody sees And it's got a way of knowing, when to taunt me It's singing, oh Oh
Earthquakes break and shatter, the perfect design Ripped realities of broken minds Towers, rise to meet and yet it's laughing Humming, "No, it won't be long" Humming, "No, it won't be long"
And there's a young one sitting at the top of the world Counting down a clock, that nobody sees And it's got a way of knowing, when to taunt me And it's got a way of knowing, when to taunt me And it's singingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
