Текст песни Only Living Witness - Voice Of Disrepair
Only Living Witness - Voice Of Disrepair слова песни
[Jenkins/Stevenson/Silverman]Not exactly taciturn, he shared his bottle openlyBattered, banished, ill-rememberedTerrified of something seenWe grew to reek of martyrdomAnd (our) mutual misanthropyCertain pleasures taken from himNever meant to want to beEmptier known as a numberLack of luck would not explainHis traveling for safety`s sanction"Standing on his head an alwaysLanding on his feet"Casting blame and laughingIn facetious conversationCertain pleasures in return heNever meant to want to beEmptier known an a numberThey found him cold this morningThey found him cold at dawn