Текст песни
The grip it tightens
cs i wrestle with my own hands
Walking to close now
Oh brick offer me comfort
Severed nerves
cll twisted in your firm grip
False agreement
Dirty little secret
That I
I will never let you know
cs my body
Takes the blow
But if i'm already gone
Then what difference does it make?
To wait, to wait
For a second of your time
The precursor of a smile
My tongue in your purse
You said it earned it´s place there
Spine in shambles
c mutiny so rare
But if the separation
Of body and soul
Is the price to pay
I pay it alone
But if the separation
Of body and soul
Is the price to pay
I pay it alone
But if i'm already gone
Then what difference does it make?
To wait, to wait
For a second of your time
The precursor of a smile
But if i'm already gone
Then what difference does it make?
To wait, to wait
For a second of your time
The precursor of a smile
