Letras
Three steps on the floor
Blaming my naked feet
I still have clothes
Revealing some late night sleep
The sketches of postcards
We agreed not to break someday
Around the edges
Expecting more good old days
We won't ever find a word to say
We won't ever find a word to say
Three hours in a daze
Escaping from circle games
So close to the bone
So far from the soul I see
But the touch has been lost
And the words are confused to say
Cold look in the eyes
Just waiting for the noon come spring
We won't ever find a word to say
We won't ever find a word to say
So close to the bone
So far from the soul I see
Around the edges
Expecting more good old days
But the touch has been lost
And the words are confused to say
Around the edges
Expecting more good old days
The temper is lost, the stupid headache
And silence to fill the spaces
A primal lust dwells in this house
Your voice is no longer but louder
Hey you, it's breaking me through
Just trying to understand no longer
Hey you, it's breaking me through
The game has been lost, it's over
No more, no words to say