Caught up in a pissing contest Gasping empty air I'm losing precious time So don't keep me in mind
Nourished by my disappointment Parasitic grief And there's no turning back A widow dressed in black
Silence Golden
Where I used to look for comfort Is cursed hollow cold Right back in death's embrace A man without a face
I became completely lucid Said "who are, who are you?" I felt his icy breath
When I turned around to face him I was paralyzed I couldn't turn around Or open up my eyes
You'll get over it easy, babe See you're bouncing right back again Right now its overkill But in six months it will be fine Even charming Yeah
If the angels would sing today You'd explain it away, I'm sure And when the nearest dream recedes The dream of Reading and of Leeds All going off at once in your mind
One of these days Gonna get to the heart One of these days When the bridge falls apart One of these days Right back at the start One of these days We'll never be apart again
Burning Six Flags in effigy Didn't read the report But you know he's such a juggernaut And it's never not a lot In the passionless void
What a bitter macaroon What a sour eclair And this hysteria Has made us all aware of where All the buoys are submerged
One of these days Gonna get to the heart One of these days When the bridge falls apart One of these days Right back at the start One of these days We'll never ever be apartTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
