I've been lied to again | |
from the head of the fields | |
through the lanes to my knees | |
and I will wait until they pull down the sun | |
I'm stretching blood, I'm breathing again | |
they got up and left | |
they're finished with me | |
I'm numbered again | |
I don't even care | |
I'll wear it on a leather side | |
I'm smiling again because it never grows thin | |
lifting my skin, they're cutting if whole | |
just look fiavonti my son | |
I think it's time to tell | |
lying with the wet moon swing is old | |
they said someone has been killed | |
but it's just one of them…. so who even cares. |
I' ve been lied to again | |
from the head of the fields | |
through the lanes to my knees | |
and I will wait until they pull down the sun | |
I' m stretching blood, I' m breathing again | |
they got up and left | |
they' re finished with me | |
I' m numbered again | |
I don' t even care | |
I' ll wear it on a leather side | |
I' m smiling again because it never grows thin | |
lifting my skin, they' re cutting if whole | |
just look fiavonti my son | |
I think it' s time to tell | |
lying with the wet moon swing is old | |
they said someone has been killed | |
but it' s just one of them. so who even cares. |
I' ve been lied to again | |
from the head of the fields | |
through the lanes to my knees | |
and I will wait until they pull down the sun | |
I' m stretching blood, I' m breathing again | |
they got up and left | |
they' re finished with me | |
I' m numbered again | |
I don' t even care | |
I' ll wear it on a leather side | |
I' m smiling again because it never grows thin | |
lifting my skin, they' re cutting if whole | |
just look fiavonti my son | |
I think it' s time to tell | |
lying with the wet moon swing is old | |
they said someone has been killed | |
but it' s just one of them. so who even cares. |