
Date of issue: 24.08.2014
Song language: English
Vessel |
I knelt at the sink |
Like a priest or a prince |
Maybe I’m to be king |
And they’re waiting at Westminster |
And the walls are paper thin |
I hear the neighbor’s arguing |
Could you lower your voice? |
I would sell my unborn daughter (maybe) |
We didn’t stage a passion play |
Didn’t change our given names |
Or waltz to our bed |
Or need to make a scene |
But I see your skin, paler now |
Than the host in your mouth |
Where the truth never seems to be |
Now, the burning branch never speaks to me |
It whispers like… |
I don’t wanna be your vessel any more |
I don’t wanna be your vessel any more |
These are my words, this is my mouth |
I don’t wanna be your vessel now |
And I may not see the future |
But I see its lonely architect at the door of my house |
I don’t wanna be your vessel any more |
I don’t wanna be a vessel of your doubt |
Truly I never dreamt |
Of all the dumb accoutrement |
I would want for myself |
For the shelf |
I laid it all at your feet |
On your neck and your cheek |
But the burning branch wouldn’t speak to me! |
I don’t wanna be your vessel any more |
I don’t wanna be your vessel any more |
These are my rules, this is my house |
I don’t wanna be your vessel now |
And I may not see the future |
But I see its lonely architect at the foot of my bed |
I don’t wanna be your vessel any more |
Didn’t wanna be your vessel anyway |