Mockingbird, Wish Me Luck
Moves on the Screen
Pieces are movedbut who do you fool?You know that eventuallyhe'll corner youMoves on the screenyou couldn't foreseekept you up while the clockdried the hours from its faceSunlight through curtain gapsSheets glued to skin with sweatYou'll always rememberwhat you are trying to forgetThoughts spinning round and roundnothing unwindIn the end you fearthere's no answers to findYou picked her slipper up as to atoneit got stuck between the cobblestonesand followed her through their adamant staresBut there was no one thereNo nothing thereYour choir still singabout the colours of springLetras de cancionesand how they'll all be perfectedwhen he lets you inThough they're buying a lieyou can't help but admirehow comfortably theyshove all their ghosts asideYou picked her slipper up as to atoneit got stuck between the cobblestones
From Letras Mania