Reaching For The Rail |
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Музыка: |
Рик Райт |
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Текст: |
Энтони Мур |
I'm ill with a fever, I feel like a child
I lay in the dark 'til morning
came.
It's so unoriginal
And I feel it worse at night
I know it's not
terminal
But I'm near half-dead fright
And freezing cold.
But sooner than woke up
To find it all unchanged
I'll sleep through the
day til the daylight ends.
'Cos it's all so familiar
As it comes around
again
The same taste to everything
The same unbroken chain
That still
remains.
With morning I rise,
A dream that won't leave me,
You're sad, naked and
pale
And you're reaching for the rail
You took a look inside, how could you peel away
Or break the shell, the
hurt you've hidden so well
For all your days.
And you're going down
As you slip beneath the waves,
Won't make a
sound
Won't even leave a trace before you.
I hear an appalling sigh from the streets below
And it's creeping fear
congealed in stone
That paves the crazy road.
And all are succumbing and
they look so hopelessly
At the heartbreak, it's easy to deal with,
Just
take these and you'll really never feel it.
