He who holds a light to a wash routine cannot be clean
And cameras made of wax and candles which capture the scene
The failure of a being is the weakness in a violent way
Greatness in every strand...
Because I've seen my life and I've gazed longingly at the one in which you live
Because I've seen my life and I've gazed longingly at the one in which you live
The moment she first wakes is the first of the day in which I'm happy
And when she falls asleep is the last and afterwards I'm not so snappy
The failure of a being is the weakness in a violent way
Greatness in every strand...
Because I've seen my life and I've gazed longingly at the one in which you live
Because I've seen my life and I've gazed longingly at the one in which you live
Thunder from the hills signifying a breakdown of the senses
But she will surely sense this and become this electrifying briskness
The failure of a being is the weakness in a violent way
Greatness in every strand...
Because I've seen my life and I've gazed longingly at the one in which you live
Because I've seen my life and I've gazed longingly at the one in which you live