歌词
The memory is still in their limbs
The gun from act one is blossoming
It's the years that they make you give
Eyes spill into headlight strings
On hate that cleaves
And love that clings
The bruise is open so you sing
So you sing
Got drunk and the sky got wings
Its hate that cleaves
And love that clings
You're settled in your burden of strings and you're
Praying for the rain
Bleached your childhood with sodden eyes
I can't see from the stream of my life
And you go home in pale sky
One more memento for your next past life
One more consequence of your words in time
The world within your child is sprawled across the ocean
Written by: Ian William Craig, Jude Woodhead, Sarah Downie
