歌词
With a still imagination
We'd be painting with grey
until the colors come back on some colorful day
World's weight on our shoulders
We'll be dripping with wine
just to hide all the heartache that will haunt us in time
The ghost that you leave here it's weak at the knees
It's bruised and it's battered
but still strong at the seams
They say mind over matter
Well this matter it's vile
would take a cold calculation
just to muster a smile
The ghost that you leave here it's weak at the knees
It's torn and it's tattered
but still strong at the seams
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