Lying to liars And stealing from thieves Issued a feather to build ourselves a faith They stayed and broke the deal All the fists we saw in the air Were. opened into hands And now hone grinds like grain
Building these windows from stone and steel To keep us from seeing the skies full of birds They said it was safer inside All the smoke we saw in the air Was all there was still free And now bone grinds like grain
From this house of loving hurt You will not need those keys to leave As these chimneys like lungs will exhale Your uprising into free heavens After it's parted from flesh- From this house of loving hurt You will not need those keys to leave After dreams are pulled apartTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
