Versuri The Man-Eating Tree - King Of July
Album: The Man-Eating Tree - Vine
As if catching a wave, Only to sink down In hope of no Floor on the way. As if in one refined click A fate would be sealed Without a single hint of a warning. As if soaring on wings wide In the bluest of skies And burnt so by the sun. As if one whisper Could brand me for good Burn a mark for all eyes to see. Door of a promise opened. And closed again. Believed it, Wrote all the names down Then leaned back and forgot. Nothing left there to link This stand-in to the real me.