Текст песни Throwing Muses - Delicate Cutters
Throwing Muses - Delicate Cutters слова песни
It`s just the lackOf time I keepReaching out, lashing outIt`s just the linesRun down the wallsI can`t believe they never fallThe walls never leaveAnd the walls begin to screamIBang my toes against the wallI stare aheadThe door inside the wallYour face inside the doorYou crawl across the roomThe picture never movesMy books are very stillYou slide to my feetYou slide across the floorIThrow your head across the iceIThrow my hands through the windowCrashLike poetryIt`s four o`clock, I`m waitingYour face appearsI keep forgetting your nameWhile I`m writing this, youYou crash through the wallYou fall off the floorISlide your head across the iceIThrow my hands through the windowCrashLike godsA roomFull of delicate cuttersAll sitting down, the room has many doorsAll but one of them are closedShe goes around(Remember)Opening the doorsThis has another endingFull of innocent childrenOne of them are closedShe goes aroundThis has another ending(Remember the room)Full of delicate cuttersOpening the doors