Letras
From the palm of your little hand
To the finish on your nightstand
To the window where the neighbors look
Out the screen door the hard winds shook
Tragedy
Your limbs are shot dead
I wanna see you move again
Catastrophe
And i'm an island all to myself
Nothing to say
Nothing to forgive
Still as my heart
But my heart still can't take...
From the words that you spoke so soft
To the listener's disruptive cough
To the silence hanging in the air
Out from under a dismissive stare