| Hard to see it, but the fish don’t move
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| It’s pouring out its hole inside
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| I remember that his voice sounds like you
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| Like a fish barely moving
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| Hard to see it but the fools inside;
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| He’s in the kitchen and my hearts inspired
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| I remember that his voice sounds like you
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| Sounds like you
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| What you are and I’m stuck in such an awful mood
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| Not a feeling going on inside, just a whisper of the horrible news fit in with
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| all the rest
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| Just to fill up my wounds, make them better over time
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| What you are, how you feel, how you move, what you are
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| Hard to see it but you lighten the mood, too many feelings going on inside…
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| Just a whisper of the horrible news fit in with all the rest
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| Just to fill up my wounds, makes them better over time
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| What you are, how you feel, how you move, what you are…
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| Feeling normal… alright, another soft anointment filling up all the holes in
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| life
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| Shredded language is fine, another frost bit feeling keeping up when my heads
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| alive. |
| Didn’t want to leave… I didn’t want to leave another peace in the
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| reservoir
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| I wanted to feel like I made it counting fish
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| In all my life no one’s for nothing
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| So it’s contagious
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| Just like your smile
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| In all the times I’m feeling below the room
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| Makes like a moment locked in the mood
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| And all my sunshine is put into measuring cups
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| Days of the rain gone, no feeling belated |