Imprimer - Paroles Mania

Knock-knock-knocking on the door
Of the house of what was before
Please, let me in
I'm tired, and it's cold as hell

I've been moving nonstop all-night long
And I'm following the arrows
But something is wrong
Or maybe right it's getting hard to tell

Let me in to the memory
Let me slide back in the driver's seat
Let the steam rise up and settle on your breast
Lean back baby and I will do the rest

Cling-clang. I'm dragging the chains
Locked up and wrapped around the dream
Please give me the key
I'm tired and weak as hell

Been sleeping damn near all my life

A little Ambien paired with a little red wine
And I can hear a little chime
It sounds like roman bells

Let me wake to the sight of you
Let me disappear in your ocean blue
Let the fear of loss get lost in the morning rain
Let the water wash the tire marks away

Whistle whistle the finch is singing
All that's left is a plastic trinket
Who gets her soul
Now that she has flown

We've been chasing down
The facts of life
It's so stupid when we do
'Cause we are what is longing to be known
Yes we are what is longing to be known

Let me stand at the edge of night
Let me walk away from the love of light (life)
Let me laugh at the circles dying on the vine

From Paroles Mania