My feet are shuffling
The clouds roll in, the wind at my neck
But every day's a thunderstorm
I'm always walking back these daysI live to pass time
It makes sense in my mind
But that's not a reason
To keep this weak heart beating
And I know that this place
And these walls and this race
Will melt down in one breath
And leave it all behind meMy feet are shuffling
The clouds roll in, the wind at my neck
But every day's a thunderstorm
I'm always walking back these days
My knees are quivering
The cliff's edge so inviting
The lightning hits my chest
But the shock is so routine for me these daysYou stand up and I bow
Right on, right now
I'm always hoping for some enjoyment from disappointmentI can feel the misery from some place deep inside of meYou make my bed, I'll make your day
I'll write down every word you say
And stuff it in a record sleeve
And make sure no one ever ever finds it
Composição: Powerspace.
