Tytuł: Sink low

• Wykonawca: Powderfinger
• Wyświetleń: 285

It sure is quiet around here
   The phone never rings anymore
   So I'll wallow in silence
   And nail my soul to the floor
   'Cause I'm angry and jealous
   And sick and tired of untruth
   And I'm lonely my pride is bruised
  
   My wheels sink low
   Loves candle burns slow
  
   If I spread my wings
   Will I ever leave the ground
   All of these painful scenes
   That drag me down
  
   My wheels turn slow
   Loves candle burns slow
   And now my eyes are dressed in rags
   To hide the scars from what I've seen
   And my fall form grace
   Could it be a lesson to you
   And if I trade my place
   Would it make it better for you