reasons And I spoke too soon The clock weighs on the counter top And everything is sinking through the floor You hold the door And I?ll pressure the hinges
And I spoke too soon. The clock weighs on the counter top. Everything is sinking through the floor. You hold the door and I'll pressure the hinges. Would
reasons. And I spoke too soon. The clock weighs on the counter top. Everything is sinking through the floor. You hold the door and I?ll pressure the hinges
In memory of losing you Take it for granted Do I want to know you well Do I want to know you well Sing sweet lullaby's to pass the time If you only knew
번역: 서둘러 주. 압력 경첩.
I spoke too soon. The clock weighs on the counter top. Everything is sinking through the floor. You hold the door and I'll pressure the hinges. Would
: Have you seen the sun? Have you seen the sun? Or has the darkness dragged you further from your door? Take each other?s hands. Look into the clouds
: Why can?t you feel this? Can?t you understand I feel this? This is nothing. I can see my reflection in your cheek bone.We?ve been playing out this
: These lights are gone. My ears hear no sound. Folding between the skin and bone. We will hear and know. Folding back our ears and slow grows our heart
: Walk me to the desert and leave me. I?ll dig my own way home
: It?s in your eyes. The look of certainty. The look of apathy. It?s in your eyes. I?m not so sure that we have nothing to lose. Should have held this
: Five words, five words is all it would take. Five words to change your heart and mind. In the heat of the sun I know you?re the only one. You still
: When the skin breaks. He thought time could heal his growing shame. These white hot knives will turn to fire and they?ll burn. He stumbled out of the
: Behind the wind and trees and obstacles we see. And it brings these walls to life. You owned us. You called us your own possession. Behind the age
: Chorus of Angels Destroy my silence That haunts me That claims me While darkness walks beside me Chorus of Angels Destroy my silence That haunts me
: (Instrumental)
: Vertigo hits. Tonight we dance. What dance has brought us to a disfigured ballroom where we march in fine rows and our heels, our heels touch the ground