Слова:
Wintersleep

I got out of bed today, Swear to God I couldn?t see my face I got out of bed today staring at a ghost Who forgot to float away, didn?t have all that much

Are you waiting for a miracle? Are you waiting for a lightning bolt? Are you waiting like a paranoid little boy? Are you ever gonna come back home?

"Do you still believe in God?" Said the Preacher to the astronaut I heard it's kind of lonesome there Nothin to talk to but a cold, cold air Tell me,

Oh my, are you the beast again? Is it the violence you like? Oh my, I feel it crawling in Gnawing, reptilian In the lost, loney night I wanna know

You're gonna want it all back You're gonna want it all You're gonna want it all back You're gonna want it all You're gonna want it all back You're gonna

there were floods there was violence words to God there was something I'll be calm like an organ fading out tired of beating hurry up keep it moving

These broken arms won't hold you down These ruptured lungs won't make a sound These syllables won't bring you back, Won't stitch the holes, no bones intact

am I made of plastic? am I made of sand? am I made of pieces of a broken hand? am I beautiful or worthless? like there ever was a difference I will paint

I dreamt you were a monster with fiery, fiery eyes I dreamt the sun was burning but you just kept on staring I was afraid of what would happen if God