Bleeding With The Times — текст песни (Angels)

(R. Brewster-Miller)
I spend my life
scratching in the dirt
trying to find someone to clean me up
and give back what I deserve
there`s footsteps from behind
there`s knocking on my door
but there`s nobody there
I said I didn`t need them any more
Picking up pieces
trying to make them fit
thinking about Jesus
shivering in the heat
up against the world
like a dead end kid
you spend your life
bleeding
I see faces on the ceiling
when I lie awake in bed
and I can never shed the tears
always damming up my head
it`s so easy to pretend
I don`t believe in
all that I said
Picking up pieces
trying to make them fit
thinking about Jesus
shivering in the heat
up against the world
like a dead end kid
you spend your life
bleeding...
You spend your life
blaming the gods
you believe in
redirecting Valentines
from Eden
you`ve been trying
you`ve been lying
you`ve been crucifying
you spend your life
bleeding with the times
I see myself
silhouetted at the wheel
like an alien without a friend
nothing to conceal
so I climb into the back seat
and I wonder if it`s love
when it`s down to getting naked
it`s just like any other photograph
Picking up pieces
trying to make them fit
thinking about Jesus
shivering in the heat
up against the world
like a dead end kid
dreaming up speeches
the rebel hypocrite
only one step ahead
of lying in the street
you spend you life bleeding
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