Manic Street Preachers
Dead Trees And Traffic Islands
Paralysis through analysis
Yellow moral unclean decay Silence begins to help me now The sunshine it fades away Symbols have now disappeared How could this happen to me? How could this happen to me? But now I feel so weak Dead trees and traffic islands never meet Is this, is this my defeat? This purgatory for beginners Dead trees and traffic islands Tolerance slips away Body shrugs and says hello once more Paint the walls within my mind Clandestine brain finished period Lips turn grey inside turns out I show little defence I show little defence But now I feel so weak Dead trees and traffic islands never meet Is this, is this my defeat? This purgatory for beginners Dead trees and traffic islands
From Letras Mania