Текст песни Style Council - It Just Came to Pieces in My Hands
Style Council - It Just Came to Pieces in My Hands слова песни
I stood as tall as a mountainI never really thought about the dropI trod over rocks to get thereJust so I could stand on topClumsy and blind I stumbledAs I crawled through desert sandsI didnt stop to think about the consequencesAs it came to pieces in my handsI thought I was a maritime marvelI believed that I ruled the wavesAll I could say is time is motionAnd every effort others made I would saveI was a shit stained statueSchool children would stand in aweTruly believed I was a ceiling of skyNever thought about having flawsI felt as reverent as jesusThe sanctimony stunkI thought I was admiral of the missing fleetI couldnt see that I was sunkI roared my pride in the darknessI scratched away at the starsI thought I was lord of this crappy jungleI should have been put behind barsBut now I sit with my head in my handsAnd wail to the weeping wallThe avalanche of my emotionsHolds the audience of one enthralledLike learning the lesson the hard wayLike a fall from commandI thought I as king of the whole wide worldBut it just came to pieces in my hands