Felix Culpa (The)
The Constant
You were the constant in meThe branch to my falling leafAs I recall the ways that I was once held by this treeAnd it stays with meWhere I lay, windblown as suchA far cry from the place that I know we touchedPeace be still, my son find peaceI built all these bridges from rotted beamsPeace be still, my son find peaceTo narrow the span between reprievesAnd it takes all I have just to sit and breatheBut I'll trade up my lungs for your companyAnd I'll take what I can from what's offered meI asked you to meet me in the middle, my loveBut waves can't reclaim the seaThey're just spat back to the beachAnd left to leave their footprints as foamInches from what they once called homePeace be still, my son find peacePeace be still, my son find peaceI built all these bridges from rotted beamsPeace be still, my son find peaceLetras de cancionesTo narrow the span between reprievesPeace be still, my son find peaceYour melody's like a science to meI once was the fire in your poetryBut it seems that you left that, along with meYour melody's like a science to meA thin skin stretched over a frail machineAnd between you and me, we can barely breatheBarely breathe
From Letras Mania