In a Nutshell - London & falling ashtrays | Текст песни

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Plaster circle with placer of thoughts
Tucking youth in knees
Fingers scratch unclear frames
Hands close bashful face
Conscious wincing, loosing links
Wind blows with glassy message
Falling ashtrays sound like bombs
And what do you wanna say?

London waves phantasmaly
By different beams in the native karm
Sticking pliancy of its shape
Betrayed ourselves to chime
Missing cumbrous known gaze
Lighting dark with match
Pass away with smoke
Thaw with slushy snow

Chorus:
In my winter home
You're the one who stayed alive
You're the one who stayed alive
In my winter home
You're the one remained alive

You're the one remained alive
I don't wanna see you cause I know the fucking, the end
Crush up all my reasons. I'm shallow again

Senses are hold back in cuffs
Let think out new mutual games
Dreaming, dreaming – not enough
Complete Second Come
Shattering some frail trembling
Adding every silent gesture
Bearing every private grudge
We're rushing to the end
Cutting by the sharp too deep
Wiping out all beating round
We winkle out ourselves

Chorus.

When you die I'll phone you from
The place I will be found some day
And voice mail will record the words
That you wanna say

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