Tenement Halls
Silver From The Silt
You tell yourself you got so far to runAnd you sell yourselfNo you fool yourselfThinking there's silver you can pin from the siltOf a factory streamEverything rises to the top but the creamJust quitIt's the best you will findGoing up to the attic to get back to the classicsOn your ownI knew you could make itJust quit it's the best you will findYou go for a stroll with an aunt you don't really knowAs she fixes her hair you wait in the chairs to discoverthat your first love from the whispering pinesin the wedding announcements of the Sunday TimesJust quit it's the best you will findLike a wolf looking down on the townwondering which house he should hit this timeJust quit it's the best you will find
From Letras Mania