Paroles de The boy with nails in his eyes

Frailty circles the sultry little child
Words have crushed him once more
Doomed to loose this tug-of-war
That his hands hold no end.
Weeping he's pulled in circles these circles
Of frailty that surround him
And all he can do is face the sea
And loose his memories on one high-tide
And he hears the ocean calling