Something More Songtext
von Étáin
Something More Songtext
I am the only shadow on the wall at 2am
I am a lonely daughter
I am gone
But it′s just as well
You don't come calling anymore
Don′t crash into me, I am not your shore
I am your windows open
I am your breeze blowing through
I am my damp hair soaking my pillow through
I am your waxwork, I have melted to the floor
I am renewed now
I am something more
You are the image-cutter
You're the scissors
You're the train
You are hauling cargo and by its size you are amazed
You know your strength and your mind is cruel
But you are gentle sometimes
And for that I′ll be a fool
If I am an open hand, you′re the fist behind my back
Resentment lines my coat but I am grateful that
I knew you and I have suffered through
I am gentle sometimes and it's those times I think of you
We were only shadows on those walls at 2am
Both lonely daughters; now gone but it′s as well
We don't
You don′t
Call anymore
I cannot be you washed on another shore
I am the windows open
Can you feel that breeze blowing through?
I am my damp hair soaking my pillows through
I am no waxwork
I have melted to the floor
I am renewed now
I am something more
Something More
I am a lonely daughter
I am gone
But it′s just as well
You don't come calling anymore
Don′t crash into me, I am not your shore
I am your windows open
I am your breeze blowing through
I am my damp hair soaking my pillow through
I am your waxwork, I have melted to the floor
I am renewed now
I am something more
You are the image-cutter
You're the scissors
You're the train
You are hauling cargo and by its size you are amazed
You know your strength and your mind is cruel
But you are gentle sometimes
And for that I′ll be a fool
If I am an open hand, you′re the fist behind my back
Resentment lines my coat but I am grateful that
I knew you and I have suffered through
I am gentle sometimes and it's those times I think of you
We were only shadows on those walls at 2am
Both lonely daughters; now gone but it′s as well
We don't
You don′t
Call anymore
I cannot be you washed on another shore
I am the windows open
Can you feel that breeze blowing through?
I am my damp hair soaking my pillows through
I am no waxwork
I have melted to the floor
I am renewed now
I am something more
Something More
Writer(s): étáin Saoirse Sweeney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
