Testo A Golden Grey - Taproot
Testo della canzone A Golden Grey (Taproot), tratta dall'album The Episodes
She walks with a sadness like she's never known
Exiting from the back in black, from head to toe
The smell of a stale station air
Leaving behind a taste of despair
Almost running into someone she used to know
As fragile as a flower
She wonders if she can go on
It's been a long, long morning
Another cold, black Sunday
It's like she's been awake for hours
Another dying Sunday
She hopes to hide these things behind a darkened veil
She dies inside thinking of every time she failed
It seems like only yesterday
A memory of cold and gray
Foreshadowing a pale tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow
If she could hold on one more hour
Maybe she can go on
It's been a long, long morning
Another cold, black Sunday
It's like she's been awake for hours
Another dying Sunday
She knows she tried
Stuck in the middle
She blames herself
A little
She knows she tried
Stuck in the middle
She hates this hell
It's been a long, long morning
Another cold, black Sunday
It's like she's been awake for hours
Another dying Sunday
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Steele Richards, Michael Frederick De Wolf, Nicholas Gerald Fredell, Philip M Lipscomb
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