I can feel the ache and I can feel it breaking One hand on the head One hand on the bed
Breathing in the blankness Breathing in the blank shots One hand on the head One hand on the bed
I can't focus on the haze I'm still choking on the craving Waiting for the only sound I haven't heard
Hoping this is as low As we can get Wading in the images We're soon to forget
And I may be out of it But I'm still into you I'm born dead, I'm born again I can feel the ache and I can feel it breaking
Come towards the call With no poison crawling Absorb absorb absorb Shut down No short lines and Only short lies Count them backwards In four words Or less or more
I can't focus on the haze I'm still choking on the craving Waiting for the only sound I haven't heard
Hoping this is as low As we can get Wading in the images We're soon to forget
I may be out of it But I'm still into you I'm born dead, I'm born again I can feel the ache and I can feel it breakingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
