You'd have me eating from the palm of your hand What a shame I was small I'm confessing It was fine in your eye I was faceless But in time you were right it was pointless
Makes me sick to the pit of a stomach What was warm has grown cold, I can taste it Is the pain I express satisfying You don't lay in your bed toss and turning
I'm on the line You're cutting the thread that I would trace to you I'm on the line Can't keep hold of the thread when it unravels through
[Refren:] When my ears burn I know it won't be because of you In my dreams I don't see you anymore When I shiver I hear you say someone's walking over my grave Lay your flowers at my door
You locked the door and you swallowed the key Hand on heart you began to start healing Must be nice to be fine with the silence I can't hate you but I can attempt to
Does it feel like your insides sunburn Like your heart has been stung by a seatbelt Stare at walls might as well watch the paint dry I breathe the air that remains laced with poison
I'm on the line You're cutting the thread that I would trace to you I'm on the line Can't keep hold of the thread when it unravels through
[Refren:] When my ears burn I know it won't be because of you In my dreams I don't see you anymore When I shiver I hear you say someone's walking over my grave Lay your flowers at my doorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
