William Fitzsimmons - Blood/Chest Тексты

Come quickly, flood to drown
This soil is hard I've found
It sinks me down like stone
To burden you no more

Come Spectators, all sit down
This quickening for all ground
With broken mind in tow
The creature I've become

You are the blood in my chest
The bird gathering nest
The sea which won't rest
Until I'm home

Come lover, carry on
This picayune passing down
Then haunt this hollow hole
To dance with me, your ghost

You are the blood in my chest
The bird gathering nest
The sea which won't rest
'Til I'm home