The Drawing Room - Keys (The Liaison) | Текст песни

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All this time I've sat
These bones are creaking
Well to-do I'd grasp
The tip to get my mind
A better home for the winter

Keys up on the rack
Applying pressure
Leaning less than half
But not the question
Taking up a ride with liason

I'll go walking and
I'll take the witness
Think I'm headed down to destruction
Pieces flutter it's
Reaching the gutter
So soothe my fearing heart from combustion

Every phrase a map
So finely cryptic
Swelling place
My lab a science question
Slivers lead my eyes to the beacon

Faintly screaming past
Is not as welcome
Pushing, I'll push back
A fight leveled
Take me back to the snows of the winter

And so the time is shot
And though the world speed up
It's still a finite push
To be definitive

To carry on each foot
And pressure should a rush
Swept up and taken out
In calculated tests

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