Pinkle
Thin
An old bell lost in the soundRinging out loudIt can't stop You can't stopWe can't stopWhat we areWhat I want Is what I needIs upside downHead in the holes In the groundCan you see We are tryingAnd you're so close But far from my heartThin as a blanket on the grassYou gotta take it take itThin as a picture on the wallQuilted togetherI don't want to wake up with thorns in my eyesTwist and turning Letras de cancionesthe memories insideThese bonesThese bonesThese bonesThese bonesAre gonna go downI know I knowI knowI know its gonna get easierThin as a blanket on the grassYou gotta take it take itThin as a picture on the wallQuilted togetherThe grass is witheringAnd flowers fadingMy seeing leavingMirrors dimmingMy inmost beingQuilted togetherThen I will knowAnd be knownThin as a blanket on the grass(the grass is withering)You gotta take it take itThin as a picture on the wallQuilted togetherThin as a blanket on the grass(my inmost being quilted together)You gotta take it take itThin as a picture on the wallQuilted together
From Letras Mania