Saltillo & Richard Walters - Paintings for the flood | Текст песни

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• Saltillo & Richard Walters
• Paintings for the flood

Golden taste of your skin
Against my lips
The bitter breeds from the wounds and melodies
I've been fooled, always never want to question
Now you're here like a route to take me
Anywhere I need to be

Flood, flood
The holes of my life with your word
I wanna watch you wreak all the paintings in my house
As you run down my wall
Wash away these things I never needed,
These papers and these clothes
Holes of my life...

Inside my chest beats an insect heart
Its legs will kick, its wings will start to pull away
Was so unsure
I let life ruin me...

And... flood, flood
The holes of my life with your word
I wanna watch you wreak all the paintings in my house
As you run down my wall
Wash away these things I never needed,
These papers and these clothes
Holes of my life...