Текст песни Linden Pomeroy - Of Worried Water

I still feel the sting of those fluorescent lights
And those factory blues
And greys
Mostly greys
The totem
Pierce your sky
In the room with a view
I see you

Moon Brings out slurry speech
Exchange words through our frightened little mouths
And we don't make any sense any more

My comfort zone
Alone with the only ghosts I know
They'll paint our faces - yours a sad clown
With the brooding
Burn the flag
Burn it down

Moon Brings out slurry speech
Exchange words through our frightened little mouths
And we don't make any sense