Formaldehyde

I Am The Dot

Compositor: Não Disponível

Two halves inside of my head
Connected by a shaky bridge
I used to sit on
Broke apart and left me
In a field of unknown flowers
And quiet skies of deep red

Does this really feel like a body
Covered in formaldehyde?
Nobody wants
Nobody wants
Nobody wants that mind
Try to tell the world a secret
And you'll wake up in a house alone
Nobody wants
Nobody wants
Nobody wants that mind

I slept for years under a tree
As the war went on
And everyone had left
They rowed their boats
Gently down the stream
As if the dying men they saw
Were real

Does this really feel like a body
Covered in formaldehyde?
Nobody wants
Nobody wants
Nobody wants that mind
Try to tell the world a secret
And you'll
End up in a house
Alone
Nobody wants
Nobody wants
Nobody wants that mind