Из альбома: Frances the Mute
He's got fasting black lungs
Made of clove splintered shardes
They're the kind that will talk through
A weezing of coughs
And I hear him
Every night
In every pore
And everytime he just makes me warm
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Must I hide
Cuz I'll never, never sleep alone
Look at how they flock to him
From an isle of open sores
He knows that the taste is such,
Such to die for
And I hear him
Every night
On every street
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cuz I'll never, never sleep alone
Oh Lord
Said Im, Said I'm, Said I'm,
Said I'm bloodshot for sure
Pale runs the ghost
Swollen on the shore
Swollen on the shore
Every night
In every pore
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cuz I'll never , never sleep alone
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll die
Cuz I'll never, never sleep alone.