كلمات Virtues

Well I'm always grateful For the old metal fans That spun in your eyes Cooling what looks like I might leave you And the mercury You had for blood Which clung together For life and us The possibility leaves me senseless Now I'm battling out thoughts Into tiny, grey, tin ears It wasn't gravity that took you down The stone walls of our lives 'Cause the pounding in my heart All that, well I took for granted