Paroles

I can see the days Flashing frames of time Passing through the mind It's too late to find yesterday So we lay down, down And we sleep so sound The spatial divide of the skin and the glove Is the same as the ride from below to above The spatial divide of the skin and the glove Is the same as the ride from below to above The spatial divide of the skin and the glove Is the same as the ride from below to above The spatial divide of the skin and the glove Is the same as the ride from below to above The spatial divide of the skin and the glove Is the same as the ride from below to above I don't know if I can really see your face Withered lines of age Mirror mine the same Looking through the cage of yesterday Yesterday, down, down And we'll sleep so sound The spatial divide of the skin and the glove Is the same as the ride from below to above The spatial divide of the skin and the glove Is the same as the ride from below to above The spatial divide of the skin and the glove Is the same as the ride from below to above The spatial divide of the skin and the glove Is the same as the ride from below to above The spatial divide of the skin and the glove Is the same as the ride from below to above The spatial divide of the skin and the glove Is the same as the ride from below to above The spatial divide of the skin and the glove Is the same as the ride from below to above The spatial divide of the skin and the glove Is the same as the ride from below to above The spatial divide of the skin and the glove Is the same as the ride from below to above
Writer(s): Alex Nicolaou, Andrew Clinco, Deb Demure Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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