Unkle Stiltskin
Choking On Metaphors
The ship is in the groundThe losers form the brook andThe literary crowdIs choking on the metaphorsLove is swept upAnd the lovers never miss itWe never stop to think Until we're sleeping with the enemyAnd I know that you've gotAnother anchor in my pocket nowTo sink me where I standAnd I know that it's justAnother chance to track my eyelids downAnd pick the prize from my handsAnd when there's nothing left of loveThere's nothing wrong with checking all the aboveEyes close as they walk right through meEars burn from an unwanted monikerSlide a hook in my lip, don't lose meSign your name, yeah, we're all bad actorsFell in love with the childhood daydreamBuild a fort out of patchwork comfortersWatch the sun with the plastic saviorLetras de cancionesLearn to laugh at another man's miseryBut when there's nothing left of loveThere's nothing wrong with checking all the aboveAll the aboveAll the aboveAll the aboveAll the above
From Letras Mania