Stitches
Every hour is a season*
Every minute lasts a day
So I sit here picking stitches
I find comfort in decay
How I long to fill my lungs
So tell me how does it feel to,
Breathe air cold and clean
'Cause I've been living on my knees since I was seventeen
Thought I was safe beneath the smoke,
But even under cover I still choke
Well my wings were clipped and even if they weren't
(Even if they weren't)
I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the Earth
(Leave behind the Earth)
There's no poetry in my soul,
(Poetry, in my soul)
Just a list of lies I've told,
(There's just lies, that I've told)
And I don't know how much longer I can hold on.
Well my wings were clipped and even if they weren't
(Even if they werent)
I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the earth
(Leave behind the Earth)
There's no poetry in my soul,
Just a list of lies I've told
And I don't know how much longer I can hold on
My wings were clipped but even if they weren't
I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the earth
There's no poetry in my soul
Just a list of lies I've told
And I don't know how much longer I can hold...
Every minute lasts a day
So I sit here picking stitches
I find comfort in decay
How I long to fill my lungs
So tell me how does it feel to,
Breathe air cold and clean
'Cause I've been living on my knees since I was seventeen
Thought I was safe beneath the smoke,
But even under cover I still choke
Well my wings were clipped and even if they weren't
(Even if they weren't)
I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the Earth
(Leave behind the Earth)
There's no poetry in my soul,
(Poetry, in my soul)
Just a list of lies I've told,
(There's just lies, that I've told)
And I don't know how much longer I can hold on.
Well my wings were clipped and even if they weren't
(Even if they werent)
I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the earth
(Leave behind the Earth)
There's no poetry in my soul,
Just a list of lies I've told
And I don't know how much longer I can hold on
My wings were clipped but even if they weren't
I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the earth
There's no poetry in my soul
Just a list of lies I've told
And I don't know how much longer I can hold...
Credits
Writer(s): Gustav Tomas Wood, John Stuart Taylor, Fraser Macleod Taylor, Simon Mitchell, Benjamin Lloyd Jolliffe
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