Из альбома: File Under Black
Blindfolded and back to the door
I'm sitting silent with these open arms ready to strange me
Cut the air out entirely
Everytime I see your face,
the space between always tends to suffocate you and me
Maybe we can start with the weatherjust maybe
Then say what we have to say, wheneveror maybe not
Thought you should know it's not OK with me
The way you walked away
Colder shoulders chill to the bone
The way you left me feeling disowned
I want you to know I wouldn't have given up
Hark Hark
A knock at the door
Who goes there?
Someone from before I was unstable
Let me bring that to the table