Wrens (The)
Leather Side
I've been lied to again from the head of the fields through the lanes to my knees
and I will wait until they pull down the sun I'm stretching blood, I'm breathing again
they got up and left
they're finished with me
I'm numbered again I don't even care
I'll wear it on a leather side
I'm smiling again because it never grows thin lifting my skin, they're cutting if whole just look fiavonti my son I think it's time to tell lying with the wet moon swing is old they said someone has been killed
but it's just one of them.... so who even cares.
From Letras Mania