Текст песни Hot Water Music - In The Gray
Hot Water Music - In The Gray слова песни
I`m suspended now, Hanging in the gray of a weather beaten townDecember rolls around,Lays a blanket of herself on the ground where comfort lives in sound,Like a gun laying cold on the ground, no way to spell it out.Still much to say of a gun left down.Most of me is elsewhere wondering Shall we hear a song? Shall we live one, soaked to the hone?I`m suspended now, Hanging in the gray of a weather heavy cloud, Soften my face and bow,Bid my farewells to the ground for nowPart of me is sinking, pondering.Hope is a gracious term, aligned with the faith that reason has a course to take, be the just one.until then, I will drown, go down without a fit.How glorious is it?Bound in sound, even and weightless and free from wrist to wrist