Outgoing messages are closed But just so you know, the front gate's unlocked I won't keep waiting, i'll go on with my night But if you feel those demons sitting on your chest just come on by There will always always always be something on the stove There will always always always be a set of clean clothes And a strand of my hair wrapped loosely around a sleeve Like a tricky, stubborn, tender memory
I don't want to watch the wound bleed and get bigger While i harvest words from this clumsy little mouth I will dress this chest in nettle and pack it with yarrow Open evеry single door and hatch around this house I got a growth, they call it grеat big ocean It sits firmly at the top of my spine And if you make a little space for me We can dive in one last time The waves close in on us slowly Join hands at the crowns of our heads They will shake this death right out of us I'll take anything else insteadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
