I’m the cold rain
that soaks up into your pale milky skin
I’m all your pain
waiting for coming to the surface
I’m trapped in a cage carved from your violence
that keeps me to stay alive
I’m the voice you hear before you leap
to depth of shot that flows absently by you
I’m the grasp that smoothed your lies
and you’re coming in a thunderstorm
I can’t face another morning
Till I sweep away
Till I hold my last chance
Till I squeeze you from my way
Everything I ever needed is sinking with you
All I am is somewhere in the distance
I can’t reach my mind
I can’r reach...
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"Perhaps you stared into a river.
There was somebody near you who loved you.
They were about to touch you. You could feel this before it happened.
Then it happened. That is my name."
this is how R. Brautigan would define me
"You pray for rain, I pray for blindness."
that's my name according to Arcade Fire
"And I feel the light
When the sky's just mud and grey
And I feel the light
When you tell me it's ok."
this is what Blur would say
But to tell the truth, I'm just a piece of shit, you'd meet somewhere in Starbucks, holding a book, considering herself drawn to hidden meaning and inspiration, focused on details, being enthusiastic and probably waiting for someone to come.
There was somebody near you who loved you.
They were about to touch you. You could feel this before it happened.
Then it happened. That is my name."
this is how R. Brautigan would define me
"You pray for rain, I pray for blindness."
that's my name according to Arcade Fire
"And I feel the light
When the sky's just mud and grey
And I feel the light
When you tell me it's ok."
this is what Blur would say
But to tell the truth, I'm just a piece of shit, you'd meet somewhere in Starbucks, holding a book, considering herself drawn to hidden meaning and inspiration, focused on details, being enthusiastic and probably waiting for someone to come.
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