Из альбома: Ghost

A phone call to turn you into a machine
You've got less than ten minutes to save the one from which you were made
And even promising words are not enough promise for you
You need to feel the beat of life within her chest, so you can feel it again too

These vices double as a reason for the way we feel the way we do
Solitude in a family filled living room
And I wish that they could see, the impact made on the children
They taught so perfectly how not to be
(We share something I wish we didn't,
We share something I wish that I could put to an end
This life of addiction led, the common thread)

Empty is the house, the home that you hate
Miles and miles away from the one from which you were made
And even promising words are not enough promise for you
You need to feel the beat of Love within her chest, so you can feel it again too

You are a butterfly, so beautifully designed
But when you flutter your wings, it destroys a family
It destroys this family

You are the oxygen that I breathe
Put to use by the lungs you made
You are the reason my heart beats
And you are the reason that it breaks
(Your true colors shine like the trash cans full of glass

Комментарии