Songtexte Acetate - METZ

She's barely breathing
I'm wading through puddles on the floor
We're all moving backwards
Even dead men float
Another call for actors
This time it's all she wrote

Take, take away these thoughts
Take, take away the fog

My head is swimming
Can't get myself back through the door
How'd we get so empty?
Who took it out of you?
Everyday repeated
There's nothing left to do

Take, take away these thoughts
Take, take away the fog
Acetate, take away my dreams
Take, take my everything
I want you to take it away

Take, take away these thoughts
Take, take away the fog
Acetate, take away my dreams
Take, take my everything
I want you to take it away