가사 좌표
EN원문 가사
번역이 아직 없습니다. 원문 가사를 표시합니다.
my eyes are becoming yellow curtains.
paint the window,
stain the ceiling feverish green.
my visitors smoked cigarettes
and ate all the things that had me feeling unwell.
everything that came out of me
was wrong-colored,
or wasn't at all.
the voices below rise through the window,
failing to make me well.
knocking on the door from the inside,
taking pictures of my room one last time.
i can't live, without.
