[Verse 1]
Looking out through wooden bars
Pockets, feathers, and dimes
Paint a question on the wall
Hang on the letters of every word
Sentences dripping to the floor
Words were streaming down the tile
Lock your doors, sharpen your horns
Counting the feathers of every bird
[Verse 2]
As your wounds heal into scars
How will you forget your crime?
Looking out through wooden bars
And you look
With your head over the wall
And you're streaming down the aisle
Open the doors and lock your horns
Facing the questions at every turn

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN