Crisis Apparition Songtext
von Agent blå

You once believed they lived on clouds
Hid under covers to get air
Beside your trinkets and your knives

Hold your breath, a decade′s toll
It's exhausting feeling lonely to the core

Your crying made me nauseous
When I should have dried your tears
There′s no room left for me here

You dug your feet into the sand
Like it could drown you
Making glass that scar


It's not your fault I seek destruction
We never weeded out the soil

You did the best with what you had
Sometimes it's not meant to last
Through the worn chapters of your past

Look both ways
With your eyes closed
As if it′s all by chance

Your crying made me nauseous
When I should have dried your tears
There′s no room left for me here
There's no room left for me here