Patience Airways - Black One | Текст песни

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Patience Airways
1. Black One

I swipe the dust
from an old book,
cover our bed
with a blanket,
words help me
to contain myself,
words! help me
to contain myself

there's a ghost
haunting your belongings,
it's no better
that the story
is archived
on the mind's
back
shelf.

'cause she has seen those things before me,
ironed his shirts and made coffee,
said he could make it to the base,
rubbed his feet so he could go on with his race.
did he ever call her \"maus\"?

all the secrets of the house
turn it into a graveyard,
tombstones,
dates unknown.
sweet, sweet lady,
where've you gone?

how many trees have you outgrown?
how many dreams have you let go?

she's screaming,
\"YOU'RE THE NEXT
to be laid to rest.\"

all is silent,
only the washing machine
goes in cycles,
waiting for her
to cut in.
I remember I found her ring in the bin.

with her name of a candy-pie
she puts blood on my hands,
sets my mind of fire.
Black One,
nonexistent,
dead
or
alive,

she hasn't really found her peace.
her mocking memory's at ease.
glasses askew, hair like wild waves,
out from beyond her imaginary grave

she's screaming,
\"YOU'RE THE NEXT
to be laid to rest.\"