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Low Man's

My eyes seek reality
My fingers seek my veins
There's a dog at your back step
He must come in from the rain
I fall cause I let go
The net below has rot away
So my eyes seek reality
And my fingers seek my veins
 
The trash fire is warm
But nowhere safe from the storm
And I can't bear to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn
 
So as I write to you
Of what is done and to do
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
cause low man is due
Please forgive me
 
My eyes seek reality
My fingers feel for faith
Touch clean with a dirty hand
I touch the clean to the waste
 
The trash fire is warm
But nowhere safe from the storm
And I can't bear to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn
 
So as I write to you
Of what is done and to do
Maybe you'll understand
and won't cry for this man
cause low man is due
Please forgive me
Please forgive me
Please forgive me
 
So low the sky is all I see
All I want from you is forgive me
So you bring this poor dog in from the rain
Though he just wants right back out again
 
And I cry, to the alleyway
Confess all to the rain
But I lie, lie straight to the mirror
The one I've broken, to match my face
 
The trash fire is warm
But nowhere safe from the storm
And I can't bear to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn
 
So as I write to you
Of what is done and to do
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
cause low man is due
Please forgive me
Please forgive me
 
So low the sky is all I see
All I want from you is forgive me
So you bring this poor dog in from the rain
Though he just wants right back out again
 
My eyes seek reality
My fingers seek my veins
 
Postat de Philip.S la Duminică, 29/01/2012 - 00:27
Last edited by Higgs Boson on Marţi, 16/06/2015 - 15:01
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Moje oči traže stvarnost
Moji prsti traže moje vene
Pas je na tvom zadnjem ulazu
On mora ući zbog kiše
Padam jer sam odustao
Mrežica ispod je istrulela
Zato moje oči traže stvarnost
A moji prsti traže moje vene
 
Vatra od smeća je topla
Ali nigde sigurnosti od oluje
A ja ne mogu podneti da vidim
Šta sam dpustio da budem
Tako izopačen i odrpan
 
Zato, dok ti pišem
Od onome što je učinjeno i šta činiti
Možda ćeš shvatiti
I nećeš plakati za ovim čovekom
jer mali čovjek (propalica) je dug
Molim te, oprosti mi
 
Moje oči traže stvarnost
Moji prsti osećaju veru (posežu za verom)
Dodirni čisto prljavu ruku
Ja ću očistiti smeće
 
Vatra od smeća je topla
Ali nigde sigurnosti od oluje
A ja ne mogu podneti da vidim
Šta sam dpustio da budem
Tako izopačen i odrpan
 
Zato, dok ti pišem
Od onome što je učinjeno i šta činiti
Možda ćeš shvatiti
I nećeš plakati za ovim čovekom
jer mali čovjek (propalica) je dug
Molim te, oprosti mi
Molim te, oprosti mi
Molim te, oprosti mi
 
Ovde dole, nebo je sve što vidim
Sve što želim je da mi oprostiš
Zato skloni ovog jadnog psa od kiše
Iako on samo želi odmah natrag ponovo
 
A ja plačem, u uličici
Priznajem sve kiši
Ali lažem, lažem ravno u ogledalu
Ono koje sam razbio da bi odgovaralo mom licu
 
Vatra od smeća je topla
Ali nigde sigurnosti od oluje
A ja ne mogu podneti da vidim
Šta sam dpustio da budem
Tako izopačen i odrpan
 
Zato, dok ti pišem
Od onome što je učinjeno i šta činiti
Možda ćeš shvatiti
I nećeš plakati za ovim čovekom
jer mali čovjek (propalica) je dug
Molim te, oprosti mi
Molim te, oprosti mi
 
Ovde dole, nebo je sve što vidim
Sve što želim je da mi oprostiš
Zato skloni ovog jadnog psa od kiše
Iako on samo želi odmah natrag ponovo
 
Moje oči traže stvarnost
Moji prsti traže moje vene
 
Postat de Ely Ley la Vineri, 29/07/2016 - 21:44
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