Young Knives
Vision In Rags
Sun, bleeding through the porridge skyDreaming through the morning windowSlicing at my kitchen eyesBring me to the world againCold, chipping at my waste of mindRuining my concentrationStrangling my piece of timeYou knock me to the earth againRhymes, banging at my backing trackCrunching on my front room drivewayTwitching at the gravel blindsYou're spitting at my door againCall off the rest of the yearsI've got nothing to saySo I'll say nothing hereYou're happy with mud everywhere you lookYou're a vision in ragsSun, slip into my bedroom wineCrash into my evening windowDrifting over drowsy skiesGet me to the sheets on timeSongtexteCall off the rest of the yearsI've got nothing to saySo I'll say nothing hereYou're happy with mud everywhere you lookYou're a vision in ragsSleep on the lipDown every dropDance on the Dance on the old tableSay no moreSay no moreSay no moreCall off the rest of the yearsI've got nothing to saySo I'll say nothing hereYou're happy with mud everywhere you lookYou're a vision in rags (x3)Call off the...Call of the...Years, years, years, years, years.
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