Voxtrot - Mothers, Sisters, Daughters & Wives | Текст песни

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• Mothers, Sisters, Daughters & Wives

If you think you're throwing words to the wise,
the first thing that you ever felt, inside and under your belt
To a place that smothers children
Cuts the space between two lives

I've seen you working, wasted and gray
You've got a delicate heart, and listen, you would be smart
To keep yourself in a world of mothers, sisters, daughters and wives

Listen, I've come to rock this boat
The take and giving means no room for the living
And some of you think it loves and lovers
Death in one corner leaves no space in the other
I know that when it's over we'll be holding one another
We only ever wanted to feel real
Two years of taction only teaches you to fight
We only ever wanted to try

And if you see this world as ugly and thin
Then you'll be so cruel to the touch, you'll lose the body you're in
To a land of angry soil, that swallows boys and coughs up men
I've seen you taste the salt of your tears
You always stop when you start, and listen, you would be smart
To keep yourself in a world of mothers, sisters, daughters and wives

Listen, I've come to rock this boat
The take and giving means no room for the living
And some of you think it loves and lovers
Death in one corner, leaves no space in the other
I know that when it's over we'll be holding one another
We only ever wanted to feel real
Two years of taction only teaches you to fight
We only ever wanted to try

I'll raise a glass to bein' no one else's fool
Raise some question to the rule who says you'd have to lose a love to find one
Take the things you don't love spread them out in the sun
To futures melt into one
Who says you have to lose a love to find one
I know that when it's over we'll be holding one another
We only ever wanted to feel real
Two years of taction only teaches you to fight
We only ever wanted to try

I'm around, I'm around, I'm ok, I'm ok
I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm the same, I'm the same
We are, yeah, we are, we are
We are just looking for something

With our hands, and our fists, muscles, skin, thumb, and bone
We never grew up, we were cut from the stone
That holds your body and soul
We are all just looking for something

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