Dear Author Don't write me out quite yet I've still got loose ends left to tie But I feel like I'm running out of time
I've tried to run But there's nowhere else to hide I've been asleep for nineteen years of life But when I open up my eyes
We pretend we're alive Got X's for our eyes Blood running through our veins And it makes no sense to me
Dear Author My body's growing weary again I've still got loose ends left to tie But I feel like I'm running out of time
These eyes don't see the same These bones are dead to me I've been asleep for nineteen years of life But when I open up my eyes
We pretend we're alive Got X's for our eyes Blood running through our veins And it makes no sense to me
All the fears in me Can't find me in my sleep
We're more than stone in statue We're more than cardboard cutouts We're more than sleepwalking When we rub our eyes and fix our faces
We pretend we're alive Got X's for our eyes Blood running through our veins And it makes no sense to meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
