Sharks - Gold - text písně

Roll your sleeves
Everybody leaves on a dare
Their sunken eyes and their deeply hollow stares
It's fear of becoming something that they are not
It's a constraint of my idea

Terrible waste I've made of sarcasm
All clued up down here
Whatever makes it less bitter

Some mental strain at such a callow age
And now my heart cages
And vents in leaps and bounds
It's fear of becoming someone lesser
It's a constant weight we do endeavor

Terrible waste I've made of sarcasm
All clued up down here
Whatever makes you feel kinder
Whatever makes it harder to forget
When you're losing control
All tied up down here

Maybe it's a curse
I live on the verge
Of a nervous breakdown for you
I happily immerse
And my intentions stay gold
Just like you
Just like you

Přidal: semir11 dne 01. 08. 2013 v 19:20.
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