Текст (слова) песни: Before Braille - Miracle Mile
I`m ready to blow It`s not my fault Don`t waste a four-leaf clover Good happens to the owner Just wait, when the leaves fall They go below your faults Now you`re just boring me to death I`ve got a catacomb underneath the same place I lay my head I`ve gotta bury them blind and then control what they find I`m hanging on a thread You know I`m ready to blow like I`ve told you I would Out of nothing you find your own authority Cleanse the water to send your holy blessings I`m flying solo, I`m falling so low, where do we go Out of nothing you find your own authority Forbidden honor will go as far as atrophy I`m flying solo I`ll go Now you`re just boring me to death I`ve got a cataract focused on a shaky conscience at best (shaky guest) I`ve got to make up my mind and try to make up some time I`m hanging on a thread You know I`m ready to blow, but not quite yet You know I`m ready to fold, can`t count my cards yet You know I`m ready to forget all we`ve been through You know I`m ready for you The shaken are desperate for new sounds on old ground To bury reflections, infections from strong hands in weak glands And when they`re awakened their vision will fade It aint a bit of my fault I`m gonna miss her
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