Текст и слова песни Pale Saints – Featherframe
Losing everything
The frame on which you hang
The constant (? ? ? )
The source of pain
Losing everything
That she should bring
Waking up the ? ? ?
Held inside the
Moving space is left to take your place
Of colours against the grain
Feel glass eyes
Waking up the ? ? ?
Held inside the
He says waking up the ? ? ?
The frame on which you hang
The constant (? ? ? )
The source of pain
Losing everything
That she should bring
Waking up the ? ? ?
Held inside the
Moving space is left to take your place
Of colours against the grain
Feel glass eyes
Waking up the ? ? ?
Held inside the
He says waking up the ? ? ?
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