Cult Party - Bat Cave | Текст песни

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My head is like a bat cave, my thoughts they are the bats
When you're around they go crazy, now tell me why is that
They carry me down to the caverns of my heart
And leave me there to die whenever we're apart
In the caverns there's a tapestry no one has ever seen,
It tells of what I'm thinking and everywhere I've been
For you to understand, you would have to see
Every little stitch in my great big tapestry
The bats are eating holes in my tapestry, oh no,
picking at my soul and laughing as they go
So won't you bare in mind next time you come and say hello
They're picking at my soul everytime you go