Trampoline

Текст песни Empathy Test - Trampoline

Coming down again
Won't you leave the trampoline at the foot of the steps?
So I won't break my neck
Falling out of your favour

White powder speaks louder
Than any words you're saying
My flower turned sour
I found the petals at the end of the bed

It's just media types, you know what they're like
Oh yeah, I do, but never pictured you with them
Coming in from the cold, you're losing your hold
On a part of me you've stolen

I've stopped calling you when I'm drunk
I've taken the time to hear the one
Voice that's telling me
You don't really care, I'm getting there
Almost at the point of no return
But there's a light that burns

White powder speaks louder
Than any words you're saying
My flower turned sour
I found the petals at the end of the bed

It's just media types, you know what they're like
Oh yeah, I do, but never pictured you with them
Coming in from the cold, you're losing your hold
On a part of me you've stolen

It's just media types, you know what they're like
Oh yeah, I do, but never pictured you with them
Coming in from the cold, you're losing your hold
On a part of me you've stolen

But there's a light that burns