Текст:
I've been bleeding well from this old wound
cleaning it with salt so it will still feel new
sometimes eyes turn black sometimes scars are tracks
but everytime youre gone I wish that you'd come back
and everyone watched me waste myself
and everyone cheered at last
all of the founded comforting
its better its me than them
I think im doing well from what they say
if takin both my belts and shoe laces away
but I believe in luck I think I do
but I believe for sure if ever I see you
I've been fanning flames from these old coals
feeding them with tender and hoping they will grow
and I've been savoring what I cant hold
a blind belief in goodness that doesnt seem to show
I've been bleeding well from this old wound
cleaning it with salt so it will still feel new
cleaning it with salt so it will still feel new
sometimes eyes turn black sometimes scars are tracks
but everytime youre gone I wish that you'd come back
and everyone watched me waste myself
and everyone cheered at last
all of the founded comforting
its better its me than them
I think im doing well from what they say
if takin both my belts and shoe laces away
but I believe in luck I think I do
but I believe for sure if ever I see you
I've been fanning flames from these old coals
feeding them with tender and hoping they will grow
and I've been savoring what I cant hold
a blind belief in goodness that doesnt seem to show
I've been bleeding well from this old wound
cleaning it with salt so it will still feel new
