Marcus Foster piosenki

Fourteen times I call your name Fourteen times I get the same A silent chill an empty room And four dogs barking at the moon. I go out to the ancient street And spill my way through scattered light The world is shaken at my feet It takes me down into the night...

As the morning spreads the light another feeling shed’s its skin. As the day is worn the right way round it’s twisted from within. It seems like time is chewing, gnawing bones despite the sin. And only washed out empty streets exactly know just where you’ve...

And if I had the time to solve the mystery of your crime you know I would, If I had to shape the form of your mechanical design you know I could, Well I've been up and down the lanes to lose the memory Of your name and sword taken from the stone, Put in...

I was tied but now unbound My head is off the ground For a long time I was so weary Tired of the sound I’ve heard before The gnawing of the night time at the door Haunted by the things I’ve made Stuck between the burning light and the dusty shade I said I use...

She was standing there by the broken tree Her hands were all twisted she was pointing at me I was damned by the light coming out of her eyes She spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky She said ' Come on over to the bitter shade, I will wrap you in my arms a...

Now you're gone, and you won't come back, I know that its wrong, to wear the crown, stable in my mind, doorways of the soul, you were unkind, days are getting old, Used to think that you made it easy on me, Used to think that you made it easy on me, easy on...

I see nothing but memory of your arms upon this train the morning lays the first stitch sheet of gold along the plains Beside the ships and snow my mind is making crazy patterns like the birds along the lake There isn't much more longing i can take There isn'...

I will tell all the crooked worms in my grave To save the eyes, save the eyes And I will cover all the winding paths on which you pave Fallen skies, fallen skies And if I tie up my troubles to the old birch tree And if I don't chop it down, don't chop it...

oh the streets bleeding out for a real dream that’s not filled with unmarked bills when the moon turns its back to let off steam you’re faced with a cold chill there’s a bird at the window, smoke in it’s eye, singing off key there’s a wounded girl with her...

Night is cold as daggers are tearing up the ground devil has punched a hole so you can only hear the sound walls are closing in staring at the prey we're all just made of sin the light's too far away far away far away far away far away way way fay away fay aw...

Sun falls down like the memory of a sword, Turned everything from gold into grey. There's a light that still finds your face, Giving all the dust and shadows a name. And the night turns just as cold as the surface of the moon, Showing nothing more than sorrow...