Из альбома: Frances the Mute
You can't bend your crooked arms
Or fold your punctured proof
The air is growing cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
And there's nothing you can do
Soon there'll be no gauze inside the Confessional
Only rows of crows, defrocking every breath
And one day you'll remember
Behind the melting cones
I said one day you'll remember
Behind the melting cones
You always had a family
In the burial of your home
In the burial of your home
Night forever more
Night forever more
Night forever more
Night forever more
Night forever more
And I'll peel back all of my skin
Peel back, let it all run
Peel back all of my skin
Peel back, let it all run
Peel back all of my skin