歌词
They're tired, they're very, very tired
Eyes worn, screeching with each blink
Their mouths have spoke complete
Still the films tick and say that smoke
doesn't even touch them and leave
It just washes past the sandpaper lightning
that's filter disappears
They are tired, their eyelids are swollen
They cannot tell what's behind their body
leaving their body when they exhale
Their lips are swollen, their lips speaks
well of reasonable hopes
Swollen to the point of splitting
They've stopped running their lips hours and days ago
They are tired
They're tired, they're very, very tired
Eyes worn, screeching with each blink
Their mouths have spoke complete
Still the films tick and say that smoke
doesn't even touch as it goes in
It just washes past the sandpaper lightning
that's filter disappears
They are tired, their eyelids are swollen
They cannot tell us what's leaving,
what's leaving their bodies
Perhaps maybe they're leaving the corpse
The corpse maybe is a victim of the course
The corpse so haunted and sprained
is twisted in places
It's not their first, it's not ours many days