Текст песни Fairweather - The Treachery Of Images
Fairweather - The Treachery Of Images слова песни
the volume is up again. Closing the spaces left within this room.To watch instead, it`s light somehow will wash this out, this image,from playing out with programmed time.I`m moving in circles here, just watching this gun, these hands,these hours are losing count.Waiting, wishing, there was a way to stop this.I can`t help it now. This light somehow will wash it out, this image,from playing out and keeping time.Believing in all I fear, I`m breathing out, this repeating line.The last thing I`m seeing, is bleeding in through the sound.Just turn it up again. But I don`t know this... wash out the images.And hoping that it might that it just might, not comeagain you turn and watch the screen, get up do anything you can.