 Wysłany: Śro 0:23, 10 Sty 2007 Temat postu: Paper Cut |
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| Why does it feel like night today?
Something in here's not right today Why am I so uptight today? Paranoia's all I got left I don't know what stressed me first Or how the pressure was fed / but I know just what it feels like To have a voice in the back of my head It's like a face that I hold inside A face that awakes when I close my eyes A face watches every time I lie A face that laughs every time I fall (And watches everything) So I know that when it's time to sink or swim That the face inside is hearing me right underneath my skin It's like I'm / paranoid lookin' over my back It's like a / whirlwind inside of my head It's like I / can't stop what I'm hearing within It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin I know I've got a face in me Points out all my mistakes to me You've got a face on the inside too and Your paranoia's probably worse I don't know what set me off first but I know what I can't stand Everybody acts like the fact of the matter is I can't add up to what you can but Everybody has a face that they hold inside A face that awakes when they close their eyes A face watches every time they lie A face that laughs every time they fall (And watches everything) So you know that when it's time to sink or swim That the face inside is watching you too / right inside your skin It's like I'm / paranoid lookin' over my back It's like a / whirlwind inside of my head It's like I / can't stop what I'm hearing within It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin (...) The sun goes down I feel the light betray me The sun goes down I feel the light betray me |
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