Paroles de Catherine Morgan

It's strange to be here, with Dee Among the strange it had to be Over the gems, over the ice Sheltered from the sun Pissed in a cup in The corner of what seems like a box Trapped in the game I know it's right and sheltered from the pain And captain tells us to enjoy No one can smell the cobwebs and moss I know this sounds ambiguous But here's a different tune One more day we raise the captain The futile gesture isn't empty....yet So i was up to a feeling I haven't felt in over 5 years The sound of failure isn't here.....yet