2 Fisted 歌词

Taking steps to nowhere Waking, miles away Dwelling, sucks the life out But it's inside where I have seen Traces, things I'm made of Buried, and lost away Small walk, scarred deserver How long, to feel you there Been dead too long Bracing, for the worst now Ever, simpler things Forming, the silent strong hold In the corners of a smile Faced with no concern Or presence of mind at all A face wind, meets me empty And makes clear, a seasoned fall Been dead too long To know the earth and stand again Connected to the spine again Regret that fought to take Command Of my heart, of my heart, of my ...