Besedila: Poison The Well. Not Within Arms Length.

Not within arms length

I'd sever the stars from the sky
And place them in your hands
If I thought another wish, they'd see the light of day
But you stand beyond the sun, beyond the reach of just a friend

Maybe if I grew wings
Maybe if you lost yours
These words would flow like water
If you'd let them scrape your heart

But you stand beyond the sun
Beyond the reach of just a friend
Not within arms length
Embedded within, my concise effort, a silent cry

I receive no comfort, and as I collapse we remain nothing more than friends
Somebody hold my breath, a throat full of cement
I'm disgusted by repetition
[Incomprehensible] concentration

I receive no comfort, and as I collapse we remain nothing more than friends
Somebody hold my breath, a throat full of cement
I'm disgusted by repetition
I accept this curse of friendship, your friend, friendship