Текст песни 8:08 - laura stevenson

August spent your basement apartment,
I fell through your floor,
Cradle and all,
I fell through your floor

And I can't spill through your fists
Until my hands are solid white,
My lungs are buckled tight together
My sliding drawl is like a cannonball,
I'll slur myself to sleep outside your door

There's a ghost way up the Northeast coast
And it'll break your heart harder than I could ever
And that ghost claws at my arms,

It makes me do wrong,
It makes me do wrong,
And it pushes you down
And rattles the walls and it's sorry,
It's sorry, it's sorry

So even though it's cold
And it breaks apart your bones,
It's floating urgently outside your door
When you spoke,
When you speak broken on your knees

I'm a joke,
I'm asleep please,
Please, please, please, please

I'll be on my feet if you want me,
I'll be on my feet if you need,
I'll be on my feet if you want me to be