Album: Letters From Chutney (1995)
Tighten your grip,
Your web can´t be spun,
Without your firming hands upon.
The lower you slip,
The closer you get,
To leaving yourself all alone.
Every time I get up to reach you,
You will break your promise again.
You are crawling away,
You are licking your wounds that have bled.
It is surprising me to no end,
Because what you´ve said,
Make me feel that you can not,
Hear the voice in your head.
But, every time I get up to reach you,
You will break your promise again.
You are crawling away,
You are licking your wounds that have bled.
It is surprising me to no end,
Because what you´ve said,
Make me feel that you can not,
Hear the voice in your head.
Tighten your grip,
Your web can´t be spun,
Without your firming hands upon.
The lower you slip,
The closer you get,
To leaving yourself all alone.
Every time I get up to reach you,
You will break your promise again.
You are crawling away,
You are licking your wounds that have bled.
It is surprising me to no end,
Because what you´ve said,
Make me feel that you can not,
Hear the voice in your head
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