Testo di My Vessel

And I saw you're curves clean and tight, And I saw your smile, sarcastic and trite, It was external and I was surprised: I think I'm forgetting you. And my best friend has tied up his mind, He's a sad boy now, skinny and scared, Fucked up and internally scarred, I think the grave's calling me now. Endurance of a waiting room, surrounded by head stones, Painted with names of souls, Who died waiting in line. But if I can't get things on track, If I can't get life under my skin. Heaven's gonna smother me. Oh, lord, I'm vessel for experience. So have mercy on my spirit. I think the grave's calling me. And I can't close my eyes tight enough To accept the fact That life's a waiting game. And I saw you're curves, clean and tight, And I saw your smile, sarcastic and trite, It was external and I was surprised: I think I'm forgetting you. I think I'm forgetting you.