Testo:
The floor you walk on is smooth There is no ground there
Magic begins with blood Outside, there are trees,
With concrete under their roots But I have passed the tombs of kings,
Regaled them with pacing, checked bins for food and wrappings
I have scoured the seas for miles, cloaked my face with ash
My fingertips opening, accepting my time
The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes
For me, I'm your sorrow
Calling in your dreams
For me, I'm your shadow
Howling in the streets
Tomorrow, I will walk the streets
And steel myself for the familiar Your eyes
Will not settle, a hunger You'd be happier in your grave
When we meet, share stories, you stretch me I see,
I see a semi-circle of teeth
The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes
For me, I'm your sorrow
Calling in your dreams
For me, I'm your shadow
Howling in the streets
Magic begins with blood Outside, there are trees,
With concrete under their roots But I have passed the tombs of kings,
Regaled them with pacing, checked bins for food and wrappings
I have scoured the seas for miles, cloaked my face with ash
My fingertips opening, accepting my time
The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes
For me, I'm your sorrow
Calling in your dreams
For me, I'm your shadow
Howling in the streets
Tomorrow, I will walk the streets
And steel myself for the familiar Your eyes
Will not settle, a hunger You'd be happier in your grave
When we meet, share stories, you stretch me I see,
I see a semi-circle of teeth
The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes
For me, I'm your sorrow
Calling in your dreams
For me, I'm your shadow
Howling in the streets
