Из альбома: The Shaky Hands

Help, my son

break these words like bread

onto the field

and when January all so warm

With this, confusion builds



And I host their day

And I brought those nights

But then suddenly

it all came down to the fight



Turn your head you were held by nothing

and across your face we could all read everything



Give a kiss to enemy

and free them from your fate

How can this be they dance

and we, we are the same



And I host their day

And I brought them sight

But then suddenly

it all came down to the fight



Turn your head you were held by nothing

and across your face we could all read everything

You could be, you could be anything



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Turn your head you were held by nothing

and across your face we could all read everything

You could be, you could be anything

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