Текст Hands Like Houses – This Ain’t No Place For Animals
Текст:
The gasoline is mixing with the oxygen
In this carousel, the silence is so surreal
I’ve been misled down empty streets to the heart that never beats
Of a body that I can’t keep
We’re blessed with these horrors for highways
This city turns, no longer content to just brush shoulders
Have we lost our touch?
A light goes on
We throw our blankets aside
It’s been hours now and we still know nothing
The scars just don’t heal the same, when we collide
I’d never say that we step to the other side to keep us from brushing shoulders
But it’s collisions we need to remind us that we’re alive
I’d never say that you make me sick, but you’re turning all the questions to cancers
Someone call in the emergency and we’ll peel back the dressings so we can see
The kind of things that the surgeons see
When the bloodwork won’t give us the answers
They’ll never tell us, because they don’t know whats killing us
My heart’s at a million miles an hour as we brace for the impact
It makes time stand still, forcing momentum into a moment
So for a split second, I see your face
In between all the broken glass, hanging like a mobile
This is a picture we’ll never quite forget
The surgeons pick, they pick at my body
Their fingers dance, they dance all around me
Hold still while they pick at my body
They’ll dance all around me
The surgeons pick, they pick at my body
Their fingers dance, they dance all around me
Hold still while they pick at my body
Breathe your anaesthetic words to slow us down
Tear back the skin to find, to chase a pulse back home
I’d never say that you make me sick, but you’re turning all the questions to cancers
Someone call in the emergency and we’ll peel back the dressings so we can see
The kind of things that the surgeons see
When the bloodwork won’t give us the answers
They’ll never tell us, because they don’t know whats killing us
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Hands Like Houses – Hands Like Houses - Ground Dweller
