Loading
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Э Ю Я

The Early November - Wearing A Tie

5 июля 2012 г. Просмотров: 823 RSS
E » Early November, The

I fell down thirty feet of stairs.

Landed in a hole.

Buried under cloak.

And as I grow I tried to let this go..

But I can't hide under half shut eyes.

I feel it calling me again.

In winter ice I stand.

I feel it calling me again.

So what will it take to make this finally end.

Carving snow I found myself a glove.

So I took it home and my body mind and soul.

Were draped in robes.. Like soft and flowing tones

Through a combo and it's quarter cranked again.

So this time I follow my own lines.

I feel it calling me again.

In winter ice I stand

I feel it calling me again.

So what will it take to make this finally the end.

It's the breaking point, the crossed out, the fine lines we hide, the lies,

Medicine, and crooked ties define why I'm not who you thought you liked.


twitter.com facebook.com vkontakte.ru odnoklassniki.ru mail.ru liveinternet.ru livejournal.ru