paroles de chanson Crooked Timber - Therapy?
Miles
away
from
Those
that
matter
Unfamiliar
place
Hours
bleed
out
and
Days
tail
off
then
Night
degrades
to
gray
Crooked
timber
Keep
me
warm
and
safe
Bells
toll
slowly
Loud
dark
iron
Can′t
place
where
I
am
No
clear
signal
Scraping
dragging
Fate
pulls
faces
Crooked
timber
Steer
me
keep
me
sane
Times'
attrition
Grinds
these
landscapes
Sifts
them
into
shape
My
resistance
To
it′s
pressure
Buckles
more
each
day
Crooked
timber
That
we
can't
make
straight
My
shade
will
comfort
you
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