Pale Saints - Featherframe текст песни

Losing everything

The frame on which you hang

The constant (? ? ? )

The source of pain

Losing everything

That she should bring

Waking up the ? ? ?

Held inside the

Moving space is left to take your place

Of colours against the grain

Feel glass eyes

Waking up the ? ? ?

Held inside the

He says waking up the ? ? ?