Paroles de Plight
His face is youngHis hands are old
The past is empty
Blind and cold
All the sweat
On his back
Grabs the dirt
It stains his shirt
Push all day
He rests at night
Do some hobbies
Drink to forget
[Spoken during verses]
A ton of sand at my feet
Each a speck in a space
All collecting in a mass
Pressure changing its shape, its direction, its purpose
As the sea tears it away from the land
More is pushed back
Each different For some reason we're not alone
Grabs the dirt
It stains his shirt
Push all day
He rests at night
Do some hobbies
Drink to forget
[Spoken during verses]
A ton of sand at my feet
Each a speck in a space
All collecting in a mass
Pressure changing its shape, its direction, its purpose
As the sea tears it away from the land
More is pushed back
Each different For some reason we're not alone
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