martes, 21 de abril de 2009

when angers shows

  • It creeps all over you like a dull ache
    Think of all the things your hands could make
    It pulls you to the ground like soaking wet gloves
    The change in your face when anger shows

    In that moment you realise
    That something you thought would
    always be there will die
    Like everything else

    These thoughts I must not think of
    Dreams I cant make sense of
    I need you to tell me its ok
    These thoughts I must not think of
    Dreams I cant make sense of
    I need you to tell me its ok

    You are a sleeping lion in your bed
    I will not wake you
    You're the moment
    You're a memory from before
    Please don't let me forget you
    You're the wolves at my door

    In that moment you realise
    That something you thought would
    always be there will die
    Like everything else


    How can you know what things are worth
    If your hands wont move to do a days work?
    How can you know what things are worth
    If your hands wont move to do a days work?
    How can you know what things are worth
    If your hands wont move to do a days work?
    How can you know what things are worth
    If your hands wont move to do a days work?
    How can you know what things are worth
    If your hands wont move to do a days work?
    How can you know what things are worth
    If your hands wont move to do a days work?
    How can you know...