Gray eyes link these sharp dawns Bird-chested These cornered arms Half-lit, mirthless, marksman O'bending chute and charm
I took your portrait from the wall And your picture at the window Sucked your lemon dry and wept Deep in the hall
Who would swallow my life? And leave me as a child In the whale I can see the bone And the muscle in dim-light
Who would swallow my life? And leave me here to die In these arms I can feel my home Breaking from inside
In these arms I can feel my home Breaking from inside
Who would swallow my life? And leave me here to die In these arms I can feel my home Breaking from insideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
