Lyrics Norman Bleik - I Was A King

Norman Bleik

People that brought you here
Are making breakfast downstairs
Ring the bell
As quietly as they can
Sat on the chairs
A piece perfected through the years
You are weak
But you are protected
When it’s getting dark
Your eyes are tied to the ground
They light the fire up
To keep you around
And they try
At all times…
Traces of time
The twisted angles of your spine
You wash your hair
And promise it’s okay
Stop on the stairs again
And hold your breath
And shake your hand
Then you breathe
And with affliction
When it’s getting dark
Your eyes are tied to the ground
They light the fire up
To keep you around
And they try
At all times…
When it’s getting dark
Your eyes are tied to the ground
They light the fire up
To keep you around
And they try…