Back in 95 Mom and dad were screaming And you were leaning
Out the backdoor of your mind
You said you're reading signs! You ask "what kind of dreaming Leads you down the rabbit holes Where rabbits die?"
So then we made a pact You taught me mathematics And it was my job just to make you laugh To tie some strings around our hands Yeah every little landscape breaks apart
10 years later At the holiday in breakfast I started crying Oh man i was surprised
I called and said i'm sick I said "this is it I inherited something I can't deny"
You said "maybe you did You gotta deal with it You will lean on me when you're losing sleep I'll lean on you when i have those dreams Yeah every little landscape breaks apart"
And some things They come together Yeah some things Don't always get so dark
Yeah some things They come together Is there a way to fix up the ground?
Make it come together Make some things Never get so dark
Yeah some things They come together Is there a way to fix up the ground?
To the way it was? To write eloise In the dust? To be everything All at once? To be everything To everyone?
Well i don't quite want To make it work In every doctor There's an urge to hurt In every glass of water There's a speck of dirt And in every cobweb Something lies inert
Well i don't quite want To make it work I don't quite want To make it work I don't quite want To make it work I don't quite To make it work
So here i am now In this dirty shirt Im cooking dinner In this dirty shirt Thinking is this existence In this dirty shirt? Yeah is this existing? I'm gonna make it workTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
