Besedila: Stavesacre. Speakeasy. Disquiet.

Deep inside the folds of a carefully constructed tomb
Dreams of turned back time in the safety of a second room

Retreat to isolation
Build up the walls and lick the wounds
This fear to fail fear to feel
Comes a bullet numb and alone

There was one, there was one

This quiet
Reaching out
Disquieter
And pulling back again
This quiet
Reaching out
Disquieter
And pulling back again

Turn the sharp edge inward to the pain behind the self defense
He is me and I can't breathe I want to leave and then I want again

But from some quiet stillness come these waves that shake my world apart
This fear to fail fear to feel
My walls come down exposing me to the sun

And there was none, there was none

This quiet
Reaching out
Disquieter
And pulling back again
This quiet
Reaching out
Disquieter
And pulling back again

Reaching out and pulling back again
If the sun shines on me and I get burned can I return if it hurts
If the sun shines on me and I get burned can I return if it hurts
Will the sun burn? Burn...