Wilt
Yellow leaves
I leave today or tomorrow
Are we just products of our problems?
No sound
Come around when I'm due
Picking up or passing by on your way out
Centerfold but sickened down 'till you're grey with guilt
Watch me wilt away
Almost living, almost dead
Stuck between the blue and red
Beyond their front I swallowed all the shit they said
It's good that they don't know what's in my head
After you, does it hurt?
After you, in the dirt
Down I rest my case
I played the game
It was nothing
Are we something?
Wilt away
Could I be disembodied alive
Think twice or die in rain
No way I'd ever make the right decision
Repetition
Incision, too tight
They cut down the tree outside
Grew up in a little over a day
Nights melt my face
Ashtray
Brown bouquet in the driveway
Almost living, almost dead
Stuck between the blue and red
Beyond their front I swallowed all the shit they said
It's good that they don't know what's in my head
After you, does it hurt?
After you, in the dirt
Down I rest my case
I played the game
It was nothing
Are we something?
Wilt away
I leave today or tomorrow
Are we just products of our problems?
No sound
Come around when I'm due
Picking up or passing by on your way out
Centerfold but sickened down 'till you're grey with guilt
Watch me wilt away
Almost living, almost dead
Stuck between the blue and red
Beyond their front I swallowed all the shit they said
It's good that they don't know what's in my head
After you, does it hurt?
After you, in the dirt
Down I rest my case
I played the game
It was nothing
Are we something?
Wilt away
Could I be disembodied alive
Think twice or die in rain
No way I'd ever make the right decision
Repetition
Incision, too tight
They cut down the tree outside
Grew up in a little over a day
Nights melt my face
Ashtray
Brown bouquet in the driveway
Almost living, almost dead
Stuck between the blue and red
Beyond their front I swallowed all the shit they said
It's good that they don't know what's in my head
After you, does it hurt?
After you, in the dirt
Down I rest my case
I played the game
It was nothing
Are we something?
Wilt away
Credits
Writer(s): Myra Keyes
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.