Текст: Cara Beth Satalino. Cage Of Ribs.

dark colors attract like, like fly paper
heat moves in the veins through the blood and the veins in the bloodstream
and we wonder where it lives
and wonder where we're going
when the heat moves in the blood through the veins in the blood stream
in the dent in the cage of ribs,
we pretend to make sense of this

and we'll seep like an earthquake
we'll seep when our hands shake
in the dent in the cage of ribs
we pretend to make sense of this
and i'll seep like an earthquake
we'll see when our hands shake

what you got? you got til it's gone
you hold on, and you keep holding on
and you save all your pennies for ones
and everywhere you go he goes
and when you're home he's always home

the heat is always on, the heat is always on

and he'll sink out 'cuz he's all alive
in the dent in the cage of ribs
we pretend to make sense of this
and i'll seep like an earthquake
in the dent in the cage of ribs
we pretend to make sense of this
and i'll seep like an earthquake
we'll seep when our hands shake

in the dent in the cage of ribs
we pretend to make sense of this
and i'll seep like an earthquake, like an earthquake

oh, a dent in the cage of ribs, the cage of ribs