When the feeling leaves you It moves so slow Like the loose change from your front pocket You don't even feel it go
When the bitter creeps in To bite you whole A spectre unreflected, oh It keeps you cold
When you keep your linens Like virgin snow Like a blanket of white Unbroken by the soil below The sound don't carry Won't rise or fall It damps the racket, chokes it back A stranglehold Ah-ooh, ah-ooh, ah-ooh, ah-ooh
You paved your Hades With precious stone Made an hеirloom to patricians and the rich alone
And the toll for crossing I'd owе Charon Would atrophy a half of me The heart of gold, ah-ooh
Well, I'm not quite ready To turn to bone To petrify the shred of life I'm holding onto
There's no peace to upset That spirit's flown This ossified philosophising's getting oldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.