Paroles de In Your Clothes
Fifteen steps across the kitchen tilesSlowly if the floor is creaking
Moving swiftly, opening the door
Air conditioner's leaking.
Voices calls out from the dark bedroom:
âWhy aren't you sleeping?â
The sound of pans and the voice shouts again,
It says, âYou shouldn't be eating!â
Countless days and merciless nights
Weigh down on a weakling.
Molding and sculpting a piece
Of art for daily sneaking.
âHold your breath and close your eyes tight,â
He says, âAnd no more peaking!â
A cultivated, scar from left to right,
âKeep on, keep on weaping!
âBecause it tastes so good
To feel your flesh so close
And to haunt you in your clothes
To know you're shaking.
And it is so right
To have me underneath your nails
Putting sandbars into pails
While you're waking.â Beneath a dimming light fixture.
A couple years and a personal touch
Cause a deadly mixture.
A fraying rope a couple of sins
Will forever fix her.
âBecause it tastes so good
To feel your flesh so close
And to spook you in your clothes
To know you're waiting
And it is life
To try and fly
With clipped wings; to bruise and cry
A steady stream of fading.
It says, âYou shouldn't be eating!â
Countless days and merciless nights
Weigh down on a weakling.
Molding and sculpting a piece
Of art for daily sneaking.
âHold your breath and close your eyes tight,â
He says, âAnd no more peaking!â
A cultivated, scar from left to right,
âKeep on, keep on weaping!
âBecause it tastes so good
To feel your flesh so close
And to haunt you in your clothes
To know you're shaking.
And it is so right
To have me underneath your nails
Putting sandbars into pails
While you're waking.â Beneath a dimming light fixture.
A couple years and a personal touch
Cause a deadly mixture.
A fraying rope a couple of sins
Will forever fix her.
âBecause it tastes so good
To feel your flesh so close
And to spook you in your clothes
To know you're waiting
And it is life
To try and fly
With clipped wings; to bruise and cry
A steady stream of fading.
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