The Spectator

The Bravery - The Spectator

LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang

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The birds are up when he collapses through her door

Spilling out in constellations on her floor

Soaked in liquor he is soft as bread

And everything that's left in him to beg her to his bed

He is a nocturnal always alone

They all speak in secret codes that he has never known

In this world but not of it so he watches from above it

A visitor here, this is not home












I am the spectator



I can see the world passing by from here



And I am just a child to a man



back to the dust where I began



I was never even here at all

His eyes like two cats scratching in his head

Begging him for sleep starving for a bed

But sleep it never comes so he ticks the time away

Hou