Paroles de Uneven & brittle

Peter Murphy

Date de parution : 07/06/2011

Durée : 0:04:48

Style : Alternative

I stay away,
When you burn me like fire.
I'm unmatched as i'm lazy.
You spit as you say:
I get crushed by my dreams
That i clawed and begged for.
It's myself i deceive.
I got all i asked for!
If i wait in deep sleep,
There's nothing there to pray for.
Uneven and brittle.
Is there fruit on our tree?
Those altered dreams
That i saw there,
Now look back at us cracked.
And loving care notions
Break as they retract.
It's the morning here now,
There's some peace, but no laughter.
It's myself i deceive.
I got all i asked for!
If i wait in deep sleep,
There's nothing there to pray for.
Uneven and brittle.
Is there fruit on our tree?
The spirit master from whom we spent
I sit now and see, all mine was pretense
Eh eh
It's myself i deceive.
I got all i asked for!
Uneven and brittle.
Is there fruit on our tree?
It's myself i deceive.
I got all i asked for!
Uneven and brittle.
Is there fruit on our tree?