Текст и слова песни Catchers in the Rye – Every Second
With every second the patience of drain pipes is torn
Every moment growths the tire of mass resistance
You will remember sometimes he had been here among us
The streets of squares greedily looking in to eyes become dead
The word has burst flat and become helpless in the mouth
And if tomorrow all of a sudden the new day won’t rise
He’ll had to bring it out on his hands
But may be to dive deeper
Carry your sorrow to the dump of dreams
Life has been repainted into bullshit
Eyes’ve been covered with rotten Indian ink
Every moment growths the tire of mass resistance
You will remember sometimes he had been here among us
The streets of squares greedily looking in to eyes become dead
The word has burst flat and become helpless in the mouth
And if tomorrow all of a sudden the new day won’t rise
He’ll had to bring it out on his hands
But may be to dive deeper
Carry your sorrow to the dump of dreams
Life has been repainted into bullshit
Eyes’ve been covered with rotten Indian ink
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