Goldheart Assembly - Sad Sad Stage | Текст песни

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• Goldheart Assembly
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There's a cold rejection of a crime, tha't's
been fuelled by jealousies and wine, and the
room is expanding from the heat, that pours from
my my mouth when I speak
How can you be sure?
How can you be sure?
Am I painting my life on your walls? lt's not a coming of
age - I'll be the back row; you can be the stage
We sure won't be happy't for a while and I'm lost like a rich
man's child and the' world can compound me by my feet but
I'm drawn to the chaos of the streets
Can you take_ anymore?
Can you take_ anymore?
Are we laying our bodies to war if's not that hard or me to
say - That I'll be the back row; you can be the stage
the words stain the silence i'n my head as the' distant artist
paints the set and I've found the begging of decay, eroding
time and change away
But ' l've' been so bored I've'been so bored
I've been tracing the lines that she
draws and I lost myself in her ways
I'll be the back row; you can be that
sad sad stage