lyrics
When growing ends, the forming sends a sound
To you, my friend, with cup in hand
Filled with stagnant bubbles and your white coat hanging down.
The clever mens experiments are found
In fibres in the carpet
and the dust on your nightgown
Fessing up or losing steam,
I don't know where I'm supposed to be
I am all that's near and fading right
Im all that's near and fading left.
And I dont listen anyway,
its how is added up to be.
I'm all that's here and fading fast
I'm all that's here and fading left.
credits
from
Myla,
released 01 May 2010
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