II letra

Pigment pale and figure frail
I feel your hands tremble in mine
As you rest your head on the motel bed
Asking what's left behind
When you take a bow
And the curtains close
They will applaud you for playing the role
Of a wretched child
With a bleeding nose
An empty stomach and beautiful clothes
Who's to tell of the quiet hell
Cast in your soul
Burning you down
A patient too sick to wait
You sought to medicate
You meant to feel better
But all you feel is nothing now

Alive In Wild Paint - Letras

• A Vespertine Haunting
• Anxious Disease
• By a Thread
• Ceilings
• Children Of Divorce
• Cold Spell
• Crimson Roads
• Crystal Selves
• Everywhere, An Ocean
• Forecasting
• God Gave Me a Gun
• II
• Sleep With Your Soul In
• Tied By Miles
• Traffic
• Tragedienne