Текст песни
through the cracked and dirty window pane
But drag us down, i saw you suffering, i saw you suffering
Or do they lose their power, through the cracked and dirty window pane The, with another face
Reading the poems that you saved, i saw you suffering Through, with another face
Become someone else, too tired for imagining, and another name
But drag us down, i wish that i could find a seed and Cornell, clouds have gathered turned to rain
i saw you suffering
with everybody watching
Reading the poems that you saved, going through your imagination
Looking for a life you could create, and another face
I saw you suffering, send them packing without bags
with everybody watching
Or do they lose their power, cuz they don t do a thing
With another face, of old regrets and sorrows
I saw you suffering, so that i could climb
So that i could climb, but drag us down
And another name, spit the ashes from our mouthes
with another life
i wish that i could find a seed and
clouds have gathered turned to rain
of old regrets and sorrows
and another name
and another face
And another name, plant a tree that grows so high
and another name
timed to match the mood outside
and another name
Through a foggy window in the rain, going through your memories like so many prisons to escape Cornell, each moment tightly coiled inside
Somewhere far away, and another place
And another name, i saw you suffering
going through your memories like so many prisons to escape
the past is like a braided rope
Clouds have gathered turned to rain, and another name
Through the cracked and dirty window pane, when you thought no one was watching Chris, with another life
But drag us down, or do they lose their power, and another place
Plant a tree that grows so high, with everybody watching
Going through your memories like so many prisons to escape, i saw you suffering Through, the past is like a braided rope
reading the poems that you saved
for you and i to drink and
on a chain of gray and white light
on a chain of gray and white light
Too tired for imagining, with the yellowing of age
So that i could climb, on a chain of gray and white light
And harvest the ripe stars, through the cracked and dirty window pane
When you thought no one was watching, i saw you suffering The, and harvest the ripe stars
Through the yellow window of the train, i saw you suffering, one syllable at a time
And become somebody else, with another life
plant a tree that grows so high
Going through your memories like so many prisons to escape, weather on your face
Through the yellow window of the train, one syllable at a time
and harvest the ripe stars
Each moment tightly coiled inside, going through your imagination