Songtext von Strike The Slate

Strike the slate and measure out the damage done Ya tie the needle right through the bone And i am lost to mothers only son And i have sung my final song In this house of failing grace And i've sang for the patient mother Naive and child like lovers Sang to get out of this place. And i'm drawn to the sound of silence Cracked whip and peal of sirens Drawn to this cold empty space. Filling with white noise. And i'll be your prophet while You'll be counting ships, Followed by hurricanes blown straight from Poseidon's lips, You know my dreams They have fed a fire for so long, This is my final song sung by.... sung by sirens. And i've sang for the patient mother Naive and child like lovers Sang to get out of this place. And i'm drawn to the sound of silence Cracked whip and peal of sirens Drawn to this cold empty space. And i've sang for the patient mother Naive and child like lovers Sang to get out of this place. And i'm drawn to the sound of silence Cracked whip and peal of sirens Drawn to this cold empty space. Filling with white noise.