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• Artiste: Joel Baker
• Titre: Paperchains
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Is it even true? And where is it all leading to? My short sight is good at stealing views Believing truths appear as lies like eating fruits I'm so numb, I can't believe the news Stirring [?] reheated soups Counting breaths in 3's and 2's Is this even true? Why do I limp before I've lost a leg? Fear grips my hostage head Death, my fostered friend, lost the end My worn answers get washed likе the socks I've lost again Slow down, oh how I wish therе was time The days fall in high like a water slide As I form my side to hoard the light I often forget to call goodbye I try and store the sights Before I know the roses, it's autumn time But I saw you cry Yeah, I caught a glance Do I really need answers or an open hand? Do I need a Zeus or a broken man? These days, my mind steers like a loaded van Taking garden shears to holy lands But inside my trojan plans, do I know who I am? Reflections, strength and as darkness grows And too often in my party clothes, it hardly shows But as my imaginary friends start to go I part the boat long enough to become the only one my father knows Please calm the ghosts I see them all inside the glass I close my eyes like it's the last A spearhead in my side as I fight the past Sinking in sodden and clovered fields Dying under horses and roman shields I can see this moment for how I will, statue still And as the days fold out like paperchains I wait, I wait, I wait in vain To see your gorgeous face again