paroles de chanson The Source and the Sound (The Sound and the Source) - laura stevenson

The brokenhearted break their bones up into bread
Then ball it up and stuff it in the holes
In the sides of their heads
To stop the sound you stop the source

Or is it the other way around?
To stop the source you stop the sound

My bones are brittle
And I'm a little dry at the joints between them
Pushing the choke in my throat down
I told you I'd go down
But you don't know
You never know

The open hearted make such a mess of themselves
The emptyhanded are pulling all the sparks
Right out from under their wheels

To stop
To stop
To throw off course
Of course I know how easy for all those
Who need and take and go

My bones are brittle
And I'm a little tired of sitting and getting fat
We all should close up
If we are sealing up enough

Then we are feeling nothing
Feeling nothing
Feeling nothing