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• Artiste: Courrier
• Titre: Inch Of Rope
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I remember when we dreamt in motion We were children singing vinyl dreams I remember when our souls projected on silver screens We'd lie awake and hear the chimneys breathing Heard the prayers of those highway choirs Every night turned into years forgotten Every inch turned into miles I know you can't trust yourself you can't trust yourself with an inch of rope I know those words burn like Hell those words burn like Hell when they're in your throat when they're in your throat In my sleep I heard a siren singing We forgot that we were lovers lost In a sea amidst the tidal waters throwing us against the rocks You've been drowning in an unkown ocean Hemispheres away from anyone Now the dream is just a fading siren Of your innocence undone I know you can't trust yourself you can't trust yourself with an inch of rope I know those words burn like Hell those words burn like Hell when they're in your throat Honey, you are someone else you are someone else in every wind that blows but I'll be every knot you need when you're lost at sea with an inch of rope without an inch of hope I know you can't trust yourself you can't trust yourself with an inch of rope I know those words burn like Hell those words burn like Hell when they're in your throat when they're in your throat