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Letra
Like pugilistic fists, her words strike out at the night
It’s holiday time again
Like one more drink of water feed to a drowning man
She’ll gladly fill the glass to the brim
When the fever gets this high water freezes to the touch
Drenching down the ruin of the night
Like a crack in the world, the resevoir lets go
There’s a fine line between wrong and right
I cannot follow all these winding broken paths of regret
It just flushes me down the drain so fast
Because the shores of my own deams are all littered with debris
Washed up from the wreckage of my past
The snores of souls asleep in their lives
Is the sound of emotions on the run
No expections of success when failure is the choice
Trangressions ignored one by one
She never takes the time for false apologies
Denial is an easier way out
But scores are only promises whispered to the dark
Debits to an overdrawn account
All this talk of release but the change never comes
Still waiting for signs from above
A shifting of regrets that always takes it’s toll
Offerings at the altar of love
She only wants me for display in her collection of mistakes
Mounted securely to a board
And all the things I have to say are lessons in rejection
My uslessness is her one reward
When the fever climbs this high water freezes to the touch
Drenching down the ruin of my life
Like a crack in the world the resevoir lets go
It’s a fine line between day and night
Like a crack in the world the resevoir lets go
There’s a fine line between wrong and right