Faust Me Lack Spacein The Spirit Lyrics

Me Lack Spacein The Spirit Lyrics

Me lack space in the spirit

The weakday is five stories high

And the deafening different distance

Between the brown bread breakdown and you

Is a delicate delight



Crush cast

Just imagine your impossible impressions

Merchant mercy: message

From morning to night

Hey Miss Brown

Object to the oak

You ought to turn the page

Take a peculiar pen and write

Your own instant

If some body talks to you

Apply for proves

Now

Don't the satisfied with a lack

Everytime you say goodbye

You die a little

Don't take root

Don't retire

Paint the painful page

Otherwise you only ought to track the outline review



Put on your socks

Before you put on your shoes

Watch out

Mad dog is running loose

You've got two ears

You've got ten fingers

But it's never you

It must be the others

Sleeping tight

Thinking of the past

I wonder how long

Is this gonna last