Paroles de Tight Grip

The knuckles turn to white Against the heavy wooden frame Counting every breath I take While the walls begin to shake Finding no one else to blame This grip is getting far too tight Trying to hold the fading light Pulling on the heavy chain Feeding on the steady rain Nothing left to give tonight (Searching for the edge of sight) The leather on the chair is thin Where the winter settled in Looking for a place to rest With a mountain on my chest Everything is wearing down (Sinking in this quiet town) This grip is getting far too tight Trying to hold the fading light Pulling on the heavy chain Feeding on the steady rain Nothing left to give tonight (Searching for the edge of sight) Friction in the bone Weight upon the stone Finally let it go This grip is getting far too tight Trying to hold the fading light Pulling on the heavy chain Feeding on the steady rain Nothing left to give tonight (Searching for the edge of sight) Searching for the edge of sight