Harbours - Room Without A View | Текст песни

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• Harbours
• Room Without A View

I watched it work,
It's way into my fingertips,
This nervousness.
I felt it drag,
My head into the bitterness,
This resentment is slowly building.

I choke every time,
That I breathe in.
In this room without a view,
I'm drowning in.

It doesn't work,
Fitting yourself into the mould.
It's not that simple.

My lunge collapse,
Under the weight of everything,
I'm too afraid to try,
I'm too afraid to feel.