paroles de chanson The Fog - Rachel Sermanni

Deep, deep down under mountains I have heard them call my name,
Will I play their little game and tell them
Deep, deep down I've been waiting for the fighting to begin,
Hold my hands up.
Deep sleep now under skies of pressing dark upon my dress,
Watch it turn from white to red under the
Bone clean moon I am clinging to this burning, shaking bed
Must I hold my hands up,
My bloody hands up.

Mercy, mercy I've been caught
Lying with my darkest thought
They grabbed my wings and pinned me to the wall.
Oh light please try to hold your ground
Lift me up before I drown
The din creeps 'neath my skin and I can't hear no goodness speak.

From the neighbouring town there's a boy that comes to sing upon our
Street,
I watch him from the window thinking
Deep, deep down he'd be richer if he just became a thief.
Still he holds his hands out.
I walk down to the river stand and shiver in the wind
Throw stones and watch them sink into the
Icy blue, let it rise about my ankles.
I don't want this darkness
But the sun just falls from it's sky.

Mercy, mercy...