Paroles
Surrounded by clay and mortar,
It only ever gets colder,
Blinded by fluorescents,
How long ’til you lose your essence?
Pin pricks the lighter,
All you ever see,
Iron bars never let your body free,
From broken homes to broken glass,
Top of your class, yet running last,
Chasing ghosts, not guarantees,
Lined tracks with evergreen,
Bumping lines like a syphon,
Kept running, trying to catch the horizon,
Always fake, what’s kept in her eyes,
And nothing seems to keep this disguise,
Falling out from what I’ve kept in,
Breath on the glass as the lights go dim,
Sit here staring at the death in the window,
As the night gets colder,
Cold light, bathed in white,
I’m in free-fall,
Now my spirit feels torn up,
Sit here staring at the death in the window,
As the night gets colder,
Cold light, bathed in white,
I’m in free-fall,
Now my spirit feels torn up,
Sit here staring at the death in the window,
As the night gets colder,
Cold light, bathed in white,
I’m in free-fall,
Now my spirit feels torn up,
No one to hold me now but this cold cup, yeah,
We’ll be perfect when we drown out,
Not your fault that he fucked up,
We’re beautiful hollow as we bleed out, aye,
I’ve got everything I need now,
Your tears on a clean couch,
Pick the skin between my teeth, how?
Pick the skin between my teeth, how?
Sit here staring at the death in the window,
As the night gets colder,
Cold light, bathed in white,
I’m in free-fall,
Now my spirit feels torn up,
Sit here staring at the death in the window,
As the night gets colder,
Cold light, bathed in white,
I’m in free-fall,
Now my spirit feels torn up,
Sit here staring at the death in the window,
As the night gets colder,
Cold light, bathed in white,
I’m in free-fall,
Now my spirit feels torn up,
Sit here staring at the death in the window,
As the night gets colder,
Cold light, bathed in white,
I’m in free-fall,
Now my spirit feels torn up,
Sit here staring at the death in the window,
(Surrounded by clay and mortar)
As the night gets colder,
(It only ever gets colder)
Cold light, bathed in white,
(Blinded by fluorescents)
I’m in free-fall,
Now my spirit feels torn up,
(How long ’til you lose your essence?)
Sit here staring at the death in the window,
(Surrounded by clay and mortar)
As the night gets colder,
(It only ever gets colder)
Cold light, bathed in white,
(Blinded by fluorescents)
I’m in free-fall,
Now my spirit feels torn up,
(How long ’til you lose your essence?)
Now my spirit feels torn up,
Now my spirit feels torn up,
Staring at the death in window,
Now my spirit feels torn up,
Now my spirit feels torn up,
(Death in the window)
EDDIE HARB, LUKA JANICIJEVIC
Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC