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A.f.i. - ...but Home Is Nowhere A.f.i. - ...but Home Is Nowhere |
| Twenty six years and
Seems like I've just begun
To understand my, my intimate is no one
When the director sold the show,
(Who) bought its last rites?
They cut the cast, the music and the lights
This is my line, this is eternal
How did I ever end up here?
Discarnate, preternatural
My prayers to disappear
Absent of grace, marked as infernal
Ungranted in dead time, left me disowned
To this nature, so unnatural
I remain alone
Twenty six years old
Still speaking in these tongues
Such revelations while understood by no-one
When the new actor stole the show
(Who) questioned his grace?
Please clear this house of ill-acquired taste
This is my line, this is eternal
How did I ever end up here?
Discarnate, preternatural
My prayers to disappear
Absent of grace, marked as infernal
Ungranted in dead time and left me disowned
To this nature, so unnatural
I remain alone
Give me something
Give me something
Give me something
Give me something
Give me something
Give me something real
I lay strewn across the floor
Can't solve this puzzle
Everyday another small piece can't be found
I lay strewn across the floor
Pieced up with sorrow
The pieces are lost, the pieces don't fit
Pieced together incomplete and empty
This is my line, this is eternal
How did I ever end up here?
Discarnate, preternatural
My prayers to disappear
Absent of grace, marked as infernal
Ungranted in dead time
And left me disowned
To this nature, so unnatural
I remain alone
This is my line, this is eternal
How did I end up here?
Discarnate, preternatural
My prayers to disappear
Absent of grace, marked as infernal
Ungranted in dead time
And left me disowned
To this nature, so unnatural
I remain alone
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