Nothing Sweet

Tradução

The Sundays

Compositor: David Gavurin, Harriet Wheeler

In a crowd naked
With no words to explain
In a car braking
Glass cracks as I freeze the frame, and

Keep falling away
Keep falling away
While I watch myself and pray
Keep falling from view
What a mind puts a body through
And down on the ground onlookers stare

In a pool sinking
Water fills my mouth
Sole victim of your own terror
Cold flesh as the air runs out, and

Keep falling away
Keep falling away
While I watch myself and pray
Keep falling from view
What a mind puts a body through
And down on the ground onlookers stare