Something ripped me open From my little death woken Fading rhythm of lifeline Is music for a dirge I'm skirting the rim, skirting the rim of reality Skirting the rim Love don't fall in
Somehow everything is broken Hours past and never replayed I see the sickness of a love that, Though it live, can never be made
There are cracks where the white light lurks It seems I see everything but the truth Once more to that circle place The dream that sucks me under I'm skirting the rim skirting the rim of reality Skirting the rim Love don't fall in
Somehow everything is broken Hours past and never replayed I see the sickness of love that The way it can never be made
Somehow everything is clearer now Hours pass with never a relief I see the sadness of a moment The way it was never seized
enviado por: Marys Incubus
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérprete: Carina Dianne Round (Carina Round) (KNRA)Publicado em 2004ECAD verificado fonograma #1940529 em 25/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM