Bob Tilton - Palm Reading | Текст песни

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• Bob Tilton
• Palm Reading

two hands built a room,
your name mispelt on every stone.
dead son built a room,
your name mispelt on every stone.

i beat my head on every wall
until i learned to steal back caution.

caution stolen from the wind and
buried in my backyard,
wrapped around a heart, tied with string
and buried in my backyard.

i hoped a tree would grow there.

boarded windows stole the view of
every tree that touched the sky.
i stayed indoors
and tried to wash the carpets clean.
i couldn't get the blood out.
and he said,
"wear my distance like a new skin.
show me palms that only push away."