Laying awake with your old guitar gripped between my fists Thinking about how you swept away all the lives I might have lived And in your place, there's a marble eye accumulating dust
Present there, in the way you were Present with mistrust
Everybody's laughing I can't see their eyes Everybody's watching Everybody die
Arbiter of my worthiness, arbiter of truth Make me into a melody I can sing when you are through Pantomime my disciple's song Pantomime my death Hope you got the good seats? Hope it's worth the price of it?
I can feel you laughing Every time I cry I can see the virtue Draining from your eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
