![Oaken - Wait - Throats](https://cdn.muztext.com/i/32847523366493925347.jpg)
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Song language: English
Oaken - Wait |
Walking between the sky and sky where plants and animals |
Retreat for the heat |
I’m still torn between the city lights and the countries silence |
All I want is to rot with you in my very own funeral home |
No matter where I go the trees around my head block out the sun |
Sometimes I get the greatest feeling inside of me |
It’s already begun inside these lungs |
This sort of thing is never fun alone |
The cramps feel like an incurable disease |
Counting the pulse, at least now I’m trying |
Losing touch, losing touch of it all |
I can feel it coming on, no you couldn’t be more wrong |
The doctor said he could turn what’s sad into numb |
It’s too late, fuck it, it’s already begun |
I’m breaking into pieces picking through my thoughts |
It’s no coincidence my judgment rots |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Something Low from This Way Comes | 2009 |
Fuck Life | 2009 |
My Hands Are Cold | 2009 |
Failgiver | 2009 |