Tytuł: Safe

• Wykonawca: Therapy
• Wyświetleń: 297

All this noise is making me nervous
   I feel every slammed door and druken laugh
   Sometimes there's no room for breathing
   Take me to a colony and leave me in Antarctica
   The living germs keep these buildings alive
   And every day we feed them with our dirt and rotten memories
   The front window in the house his mother left him
   Is just another beacon in a sea of dark yellow
  
   This place speaks to him, it's got its own language
   Cold comfort through the gill-cracked plaster
   Looks at him with eyes in paint blisters
   Squeezes music through cheap transistors
   Voices of mothers with their prisoners for brothers
   And the bug-eyed little creatures terrifying stupid teachers
   Who then take it out on weaklings, spawning killing spree control freaks
   Who get married in their prisons to abused and lonely women
  
   I'm clean and I'm clinging
   Like I've never held onto anything in my life
   I'm clean and I'm clinging to you
  
   I'm clean and I'm clinging
   Like I've never held onto anything in my life
   I'm clean and I'm clinging to you
  
   I'm clean and I'm clinging
   Like I've never held onto anything in my life
   I'm clean and I'm clinging to you
  
   I'm clean and I'm clinging, yeah
   Like I've never held onto anything in my life
   I'm clean and I'm clinging to you