Song | I Belong Here |
Artist | Marcus Foster |
Album | Nameless Path |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
As the morning spreads the light another feeling shed’s its skin. | |
As the day is worn the right way round it’s twisted from within. | |
It seems like time is chewing, gnawing bones despite the sin. | |
And only washed out empty streets exactly know just where you’ve been. | |
Now the sun it roams the road inventing twenty shades of green. _ And it paints the walls and fountains and it trembles like a dream. | |
It seems like time it drains your heart as thirsty as a stream. | |
And only restless silent thoughts exactly know just what you mean. | |
Yes and I, I am taken by the ghostly fog that spills from your eyes, Yes and I, I can’t conquer all the crooked land that fills up your mind. | |
Yes and you, you can pay me off and send me on my way, on my way. | |
But you, you can tape these prison walls as I fall asleep, But I belong here, I belong here. | |
Noisy dust has gathered in the corner of the room. | |
Muffled sound is scattered in the street that’s lit by moon. | |
I can’t trace your footprints all the waves have washed the sand. _ I’m lost along the crooked lines you crumple in your hand. | |
There are twenty thousand cards upon your table, which I’ve played. | |
Still I cannot find the volumes you have hidden in the shade. | |
It seems like time’s a spotlight that is slowly on the fade. | |
Leaving strangers left to question all the things that you have made. |
As the morning spreads the light another feeling shed' s its skin. | |
As the day is worn the right way round it' s twisted from within. | |
It seems like time is chewing, gnawing bones despite the sin. | |
And only washed out empty streets exactly know just where you' ve been. | |
Now the sun it roams the road inventing twenty shades of green. _ And it paints the walls and fountains and it trembles like a dream. | |
It seems like time it drains your heart as thirsty as a stream. | |
And only restless silent thoughts exactly know just what you mean. | |
Yes and I, I am taken by the ghostly fog that spills from your eyes, Yes and I, I can' t conquer all the crooked land that fills up your mind. | |
Yes and you, you can pay me off and send me on my way, on my way. | |
But you, you can tape these prison walls as I fall asleep, But I belong here, I belong here. | |
Noisy dust has gathered in the corner of the room. | |
Muffled sound is scattered in the street that' s lit by moon. | |
I can' t trace your footprints all the waves have washed the sand. _ I' m lost along the crooked lines you crumple in your hand. | |
There are twenty thousand cards upon your table, which I' ve played. | |
Still I cannot find the volumes you have hidden in the shade. | |
It seems like time' s a spotlight that is slowly on the fade. | |
Leaving strangers left to question all the things that you have made. |
As the morning spreads the light another feeling shed' s its skin. | |
As the day is worn the right way round it' s twisted from within. | |
It seems like time is chewing, gnawing bones despite the sin. | |
And only washed out empty streets exactly know just where you' ve been. | |
Now the sun it roams the road inventing twenty shades of green. _ And it paints the walls and fountains and it trembles like a dream. | |
It seems like time it drains your heart as thirsty as a stream. | |
And only restless silent thoughts exactly know just what you mean. | |
Yes and I, I am taken by the ghostly fog that spills from your eyes, Yes and I, I can' t conquer all the crooked land that fills up your mind. | |
Yes and you, you can pay me off and send me on my way, on my way. | |
But you, you can tape these prison walls as I fall asleep, But I belong here, I belong here. | |
Noisy dust has gathered in the corner of the room. | |
Muffled sound is scattered in the street that' s lit by moon. | |
I can' t trace your footprints all the waves have washed the sand. _ I' m lost along the crooked lines you crumple in your hand. | |
There are twenty thousand cards upon your table, which I' ve played. | |
Still I cannot find the volumes you have hidden in the shade. | |
It seems like time' s a spotlight that is slowly on the fade. | |
Leaving strangers left to question all the things that you have made. |