Monday Mornings (The)
From Our Teeth
a touch of air swears that i am preparedto sigh for lesser times that are all behindwe shake the air from our teethturn away in disbeliefyou wear despair with a single stare like an angel on the runthe thunderclaps, the season's sad, and then the lonely sunwe come and golearning everything we already knowi don't knowif i can go on don't look at me to find the air breathe we come and golearning everything we already knowwe shake the air from our teethturn away in disbelief we shake the air from our teeth
From Letras Mania