Matt Duke - To Whom It May Concern текст песни

Turn the lock to the door
Like I've done so before
I cast a shadow that jumps for the ceiling,

While my body falls fast to the floor

And thinning blood made its way
And it coursed through my veins
A lighter head, quite discouraged, though listless,
And a heavy heart that coddles the pain

But I've been running around, baby,
With my head in the clouds,
But wishful thoughts never stopped the thunder
That drove my head back to the ground

And I see shame in their eyes
As I come stumbling by
Staring hard with their hands slightly pointing
How I wish someone held onto mine

But I've been running around, baby,
With my head in the clouds
But wishful thoughts never stopped the thunder
That drove my head back to the ground
(no, no, no)

And here are the last words I'll say
Before I go away
Silent lips forcing pen onto paper
That'll go to whomever it may