Man Without Country
Closet Addicts Anonymous
The language of the household Is floorboard Morse codeBefore me you'll grow oldI'll still be your scapegoatYou mope around the ground floorScratching the contours 'Free me', you imploreWe're snowbound in cold warI don't feel like going out todayThe light burns my eyes when the sky is greyI hope that someday you pack your bags and move awayI'm so embarrassed that I carry your nameIt's not a contract when your blood's not the sameIf there is one thing from you I have gainedI know I'll never grow up to be the man you becameI don't feel like going out todayThe light burns my eyes when the sky is greyI hope that someday you pack your bags and move awayThe language of the household Is floorboard Morse codeBefore me you'll grow oldLetras de cancionesI'll still be your scapegoatI don't feel like going out todayThe light burns my eyes when the sky is greyThere must be some place where the colour does not fadeIt would draw me in like a moth to a flame
From Letras Mania