Paroles de Prayer Factory
All the things that I ran fromI now bring as close to me as I can
Ripping hotel sheets with gritted teeth
My montage of lost things
My shiny trinkets of grief
Why don't you give me a call?
Open my mouth, yes, I'll take it all
All this work gone to waste
You make me climb, then you shut the gate
Open my mouth, yes, I'll take it all
All this work gone to waste
You make me climb, then you shut the gate
