Testo di Sprig

Fresh, fresh when sleeping meant every other night Falling asleep for the fifth time Early in the morning Awake in terror words staring back at him, never to be used their hands on hold. So quiet, they could hear eachother's thinking, denying Garner interest, eachother's thinking, denying Making of life, a forged painting Life's big magnet tug, tugging And listeners like you