If I lie here, perfectly still, I can feel myself sinking into the mattress & the sounds from the room below - shattered drumbeats & voice upon voice - exist.
The walls surrounding me grow highter - pressing throbbing folding in on themselves.
As I watch, blue veins coil themselves around.
The sickness rises & I wait for it to pass.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
If I lie here, perfectly still, I can feel myself sinking into the mattress & the sounds from the room below - shattered drumbeats & voice upon voice - exist.
The walls surrounding me grow highter - pressing throbbing folding in on themselves.
As I watch, blue veins coil themselves around.
The sickness rises & I wait for it to pass.
📝 纯歌词版本
If I lie here, perfectly still, I can feel myself sinking into the mattress & the sounds from the room below - shattered drumbeats & voice upon voice - exist.
The walls surrounding me grow highter - pressing throbbing folding in on themselves.
As I watch, blue veins coil themselves around.
The sickness rises & I wait for it to pass.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
If I lie here, perfectly still, I can feel myself sinking into the mattress & the sounds from the room below - shattered drumbeats & voice upon voice - exist.
The walls surrounding me grow highter - pressing throbbing folding in on themselves.
As I watch, blue veins coil themselves around.
The sickness rises & I wait for it to pass.
Under the tree where the grass don't grow
We made a promise to never get old
You had a chance and you took it on me
And I made a promise that I couldn...
My mother's eyes flinch away from a skinniness I'm obvious to.
Some few drunken strangers trying to lock their eyes into a body thats slowly disappear...
I thought of the poem with the line about the smoke being a huge-yellow cat curling around the house.
However with his mothers apron-strings to hand, ...