Standing Still
Quelle: Spotify
An eight ball
And two and all
Is how I measure the length that I must go
To outrun you standing still
A soft flight
And such delight
A nervous gesture that dropped me to my knees
Now I wonder where you are tonight
A hard fall
And through it all
I never felt so callous
A cut sleeve
And to believe
And once again I walked home alone
This old world counts for nothing
I did all I could do
Now I won't accept your blessing
On this, our final night
Won't live to see the light
Of morning
So I cling to apron strings
As I recall my father's dying words
"Some girls are sweet, some girls are wicked"
From this tree comes ill-bred seed
An ugly cloister of flat foot bookish boys
Who'd as soon kick you as kiss you
(Chorus)
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