Letras
Watch paint dry in your arms
It's all in the past
Lie in the grass
Truth at your breast
Indifferent as the sun
Your foundation's overgrown
You better start heading home
To watch
Martin Guerre has lost the right
To bang on the walls of paradise
What liars don't live and hope they might
That truths kept silent become poison
The hand that reached the tallest fruit
Goes no way soon
Drops its head in the sand, assumes
It'll end up in their tomb
Or die trying
Your foundation's overgrown
You better start heading home
To watch