歌曲 | It Wasn't White |
歌手 | Blue Sky Black Death |
专辑 | A Heap Of Broken Images |
And these thoughts will snare and stretch you, | |
Until you’re so long, | |
That no nerve will be able to connect, | |
Your feet to your head | |
You will no longer be able to live, | |
Pulled thinner than angel hair, | |
Wrenched, so thin, that you have no end | |
Do not come near my bed | |
I’m not part of your universe | |
To that I’m dead | |
to my hurt | |
now inconcentrate, | |
attracts debris, | |
Which swirls round and round | |
Things spread from the threshold of seeing, | |
Towards me | |
But I’ve got near vision | |
And I can no longer see those which rule from the far side | |
Scraps of words, wrap, then numb me | |
And so I tire | |
Refuse to bear the weight of air, and | |
Exhausted, slip into the alternative reality |
And these thoughts will snare and stretch you, | |
Until you' re so long, | |
That no nerve will be able to connect, | |
Your feet to your head | |
You will no longer be able to live, | |
Pulled thinner than angel hair, | |
Wrenched, so thin, that you have no end | |
Do not come near my bed | |
I' m not part of your universe | |
To that I' m dead | |
to my hurt | |
now inconcentrate, | |
attracts debris, | |
Which swirls round and round | |
Things spread from the threshold of seeing, | |
Towards me | |
But I' ve got near vision | |
And I can no longer see those which rule from the far side | |
Scraps of words, wrap, then numb me | |
And so I tire | |
Refuse to bear the weight of air, and | |
Exhausted, slip into the alternative reality |