I can't escape, don't leave me
Still lIfe, receding
The rumors are in reach
The skies are stained in bleach
Unquiet in the streets
A desert, concealed in concrete
The walls, the walls, the walls
Are suffocating beneath the paint, beneath the paint
The sound , the sound, the sounds
Is contemplating against constraint, against constraint
I must confess, I must confess
Hush, hush, you silly mess
I think it's getting close to the end
Just yourself to spend
Sitting waiting, no one's calling, counting maybes, maybe
The walls, the walls, the walls
Are suffocating beneath the paint, beneath the paint
The sound , the sound, the sounds
Is contemplating against constraint, against constraint
Bootblacks - Sub Rosa Lyrics
Bootblacks - Sub Rosa Lyrics
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I can't escape, don't leave me
Still lIfe, receding
The rumors are in reach
The skies are stained in bleach
Unquiet in the streets
A desert, concealed in concrete
The walls, the walls, the walls
Are suffocating beneath the paint, beneath the paint
The sound , the sound, the sounds
Is contemplating against constraint, against constraint
I must confess, I must confess
Hush, hush, you silly mess
I think it's getting close to the end
Just yourself to spend
Sitting waiting, no one's calling, counting maybes, maybe
The walls, the walls, the walls
Are suffocating beneath the paint, beneath the paint
The sound , the sound, the sounds
Is contemplating against constraint, against constraint
Still lIfe, receding
The rumors are in reach
The skies are stained in bleach
Unquiet in the streets
A desert, concealed in concrete
The walls, the walls, the walls
Are suffocating beneath the paint, beneath the paint
The sound , the sound, the sounds
Is contemplating against constraint, against constraint
I must confess, I must confess
Hush, hush, you silly mess
I think it's getting close to the end
Just yourself to spend
Sitting waiting, no one's calling, counting maybes, maybe
The walls, the walls, the walls
Are suffocating beneath the paint, beneath the paint
The sound , the sound, the sounds
Is contemplating against constraint, against constraint
Writer: ALLISON BROOKE GORMAN, BARRETT SCOTT HIATT, PANTHER MACDONALD
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Performed By: Bootblacks
Length: 4:25
Written by: ALLISON BROOKE GORMAN, BARRETT SCOTT HIATT, PANTHER MACDONALD