Faust - Me Lack Space... lyrics
[Faust - Me Lack Space... 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
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