Текст песни poor me - A COLORS ENCORE - Jonah Yano

The fire
Is led by the ember
Up wind
Up wind

Scolded by November
Porous is my frail skin

Stone-ground coriander
Reminds me that you′re
The only thing I'll ever need, well

Until the day comes

Poor me
Poor you
An arson
An umbrella
Poor me
Poor you
You′re the person I
Owe everything to

The oak
Is swung by the wind
Is above the debris
The low rise and the sea

It's a tide to the knee
A coal fire and a seat
I'm homebound but I′m weak
I′m so loud but I'm weak
I′m so loud but I'm weak

Poor me
Poor you
An arson
An umbrella
Poor me
Poor you
You′re the person I
Owe everything to