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