Paroles de Loathe

Running water's cold outside this time of year It grabs you by the throat Some rocks and pillows float Now slip away as I draw near And hope your head finds home To and fro I'll be silent when you go I don't move a muscle But you're breaking all my bones My serenity is stolen These fragile aching hands Couldn't count a dozen hopes Please stand outside my window And scare me in my sleep 'Cause this ease is getting old ('Cause this ease is getting old) To and fro I'll be silent when you go I don't move a muscle But you're breaking all my bones Drained and alone Just like everyone you know Show me the ropes Hang my head if you condone My consciousness is calloused As I try to push away The hands that held my own All for one has never balanced I'll have you know What's mine is yours, what's yours is mine to loathe