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• Artiste: Silverchair
• Titre: Asylum
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Contained in my cotton crib Where I feel no turbulence The ocean sleeps upon a shelf and it feeds my apathy But I can feel it in the night Like rain upon my skin inside a winter Would you begin to splinter If I decide to recognize my thorns 'Cause every time I see your face in a cloud I feel no violence So tilt the water 'til it turns me around To my own asylum Dry in the day and fading away in the night I feel the sun before it's light And it fades away into the night I was afraid, I feared myself I cleared the shelf and killed the shame But I can feel it in the night Collect the rocks and throw them over borders To shake the muddy waters And clear myself from hiding every thorn 'Cause every time I see your face in a cloud I feel no violence So tilt the water 'til it turns me around To my own asylum Dry in the day and fading away in the night And we grow in a garden Where all that we know You're just a fool for him 'Cause every time I see your face in a cloud I feel no violence So tilt the water 'til it turns me around To my own asylum Dry in the day and fading away