YOUR HATEFUL ARMCHAIR
The Magic Theatre
It’s time I was spreading my four wings
It’s a small world and a small mind I’ve been in
Far beyond the mess you’ve made
I’ve almost disappeared
As the gold sun passed over the cornfields
My heart jumped like a frisson of fear feels
I’ve over thought tonight so much
It feels like déjà vu
Walking through this prison door
That trapped my soul and stole my thoughts
Watch my feet just walk on through
I’m doing this. I’m leaving you
My hand lamp was dimmer than the moonlight
I turned back and saw you for the last time
Sedated in your hateful armchair
Dreaming of yourself
Walking through this prison door
That trapped my soul and stole my thoughts
Watch my feet just walk on through
I’m doing this. I’m leaving you
It’s time I was spreading my four wings
It’s a small world and a small mind I’ve been in
Far beyond the mess you’ve made
I’ve almost disappeared
fuente: musica.com
