| The Republic of Wolves – Through Windows Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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This is what I'm hearing: I am not the Devil under the water Pulling you down by your own wooden nails Splitting, shriveling, seeping out of me God, I'm afraid of the songs you've been singing me God, I cannot hear your voice quite so clearly And I am the one struggling now We are clearly the saints No, you're not afraid Names cannot be engraved In the sand I am just a sinner Pulling my splinters out Chipping away at the crackling flames Well I felt my shoulders begin to get lighter When I realized that it all would get harder than this But I don't believe in the surface We can't see through the trees No, you're not asleep And I will not be the leaves On your tree And I am the tires on the beggar Left for dead on the sides And I am the wall Watching me fall through windows of Saints, Making me something I am not Your brother got killed in the snow while you slept But you never grew out of the secrets you kept To keep all his life hidden up in your lies Carried for miles inside of your mind Now I'm writing down all of my sins I commit And pulling the strings they've attached to my fate But I'm done haunting houses and cursing at God And filling up spaces with black and white fog I saw my whole life in the glass on the floor Well, what'd you think all of that shaking was for? Well, I'm floating down stream, chasing after my bones Well, I guess I grew old but I never went home. |
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