Fairweather The Treachery of Images Letras:
the volume is up again. Closing the spaces left
within this room. To watch instead, it's light
somehow will wash this out, this image, from
playing out with programmed time. I'm moving in
circles here, just watching this gun, these hands,
these hours are losing count. Waiting, wishing,
there was a way to stop this. I can't help it now.
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This light somehow will wash it out, this image,
from playing out and keeping time. Believing in
all I fear, I'm breathing out, this repeating
line. The last thing I'm seeing, is bleeding in
through the sound. Just turn it up again. But I
don't know this... wash out the images. And hoping
that it might that it just might, not come again
you turn and watch the screen, get up do anything
you can.
Letras: The Treachery of Images Fairweather [final]