โหลดเพลง mp3 In Words - Marika Hackman

In Words - Marika Hackman
If we were all born with a pylon between our eyes

Would we notice the grass

Through metal bars and siren cries

I'm running on highways and dust

I've never been home but I know I must

If I am a mouth that bit the hand that gave me life

Then I'll kiss a chord

Suck from melody my fertile wife

I'm having some trouble thinking straight

To put it in words

I hate to put it in words

To long for the lark a fickle wish a fleeting wing

But she won't be caught

Tethered down and forced to sing

I'm having some trouble seeing clear

I'll never get home I fear

And I must be left for a little while to walk my road

The ways back are shut now

And I'll be left to tread alone

I want to go home