Harlots (The)

Crawl Spaces
Like crystalline We're sharp and tasteless My restless eyes Undress my waitress We crawl through The crawl spaces We used to hide Our sad faces Remain tongue-tied Calm, complacent My restless mind Is trapped in the basement We crawl through The crawl spaces We used to hide Our sad faces Lose these restraints This is not me, Soar through the skies In a new dream, we crawl Through the crawl spaces We used to hide Our sad faces From Letras Mania