Текст песни Walk Over My Grave - Yours Truly

You'd have me eating from the palm of your hand
What a shame I was small I'm confessing
It was fine in your eye I was laceless
But in time you were right it was pointless
Makes me sick to the pit of a stomach
What was warm has grown cold, I can taste it
Is the pain I express satisfying
You don't lay in your bed toss and turning
I'm on the line
You're cutting thread that I would trace to you
I'm on the line
Cant keep hold of the thread when it unravels through
When my ears burn
I know it won't be because of you
In my dreams
I don't see you anymore
When I shiver
I hear you say someones walking over my grave
Lay your flowers at my door
You locked the door and you swallowed the key
Hand on heart you began to start healing
Must be nice to the fine with the silence
I can't hate you but I can attempt to
Does it feel like your insides sunburn
Like your heart has been stung by a seatbelt
Stare at walls might as well watch the paint dry
I breathe the air that remains laced with poison
I'm on the line
You're cutting thread that I would trace to you
I'm on the line
Cant keep hold of the thread when it unravels through
When my ears burn
I know it won't be because of you
In my dreams
I don't see you anymore
When I shiver
I hear you say someones walking over my grave
Lay your flowers at my door
When my ears burn
I know, I know it's not because of you
In my dreams
I don't see you anymore
When I shiver
I hear you say someone's walking over my grave
Lay your flowers at my door