Ill never get to leave
This lovesick country of mine
Never see the ash white
Slide the mountain down
Where the glaciers die and so do i
Everyday life is fog in motion
How do you lie still with achine bones and bloodshot eyes
When your own reflection lies to you?
Carry the slee, the slip shine dead rain on your shoulder
I suggest you invest in something worthwile
How do you lie still with aching bones and bloodshot eyes
When your own reflection lies to you?
