Ghost
Quelle: Spotify
How do you make a living, crawling crumbling stairs?
You have some beautiful legs, but the stairs...they just don't care
And how you miss your mother, and the way she's almost there...
I know about the shame from the cyclones that she bares
In this bed of weeds...grow tall and die with seeds
Lonely miss aero plane is dropping parts all over the place...
But I still feel you in my clothes, in the cotton... it's that close...
And of all the floors to stand on, don't stand on this one here...
It cracked when all the wealth came back and claimed its share
You've cursed the men who built it...
You've stomped it straight to tears...
I don't think you're just built like it... but be aware...
How do you make a living on musical chairs?
You love those pretty songs, but the chairs...they just don't care
In this bed of weeds grow small and die with ease
Lonely miss aero plane has disappeared been kissed insane
But I still feel you in my throat, when I swallow... it's that close....
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