Текст песни Before Braille - Miracle Mile
Before Braille - Miracle Mile слова песни
I`m ready to blowIt`s not my faultDon`t waste a four-leaf cloverGood happens to the ownerJust wait, when the leaves fallThey go below your faultsNow you`re just boring me to deathI`ve got a catacomb underneath the same place I lay my headI`ve gotta bury them blind and then control what they findI`m hanging on a threadYou know I`m ready to blow like I`ve told you I wouldOut of nothing you find your own authorityCleanse the water to send your holy blessingsI`m flying solo, I`m falling so low, where do we goOut of nothing you find your own authorityForbidden honor will go as far as atrophyI`m flying soloI`ll goNow you`re just boring me to deathI`ve got a cataract focused on a shaky conscience at best (shaky guest)I`ve got to make up my mind and try to make up some timeI`m hanging on a threadYou know I`m ready to blow, but not quite yetYou know I`m ready to fold, can`t count my cards yetYou know I`m ready to forget all we`ve been throughYou know I`m ready for youThe shaken are desperate for new sounds on old groundTo bury reflections,infections from strong hands in weak glandsAnd when they`re awakened their vision will fadeIt aint a bit of my faultI`m gonna miss her