Letra de Pale

As pale as the days were blue An illness so convincing How ever did you pull through? From the medway to my ears One sonnet so degrading How ever could I thank you The room is spiraling The walls are closing in The truth's been splattered Over you with oil paint As tender as the heart is raw Raise the bottle to your glass face And let those spinal cords unwind The room is spiraling The dice are tumbling The extent of my education exceeds