Asaf Avidan

Lying on the floor, I hear it pounding down the door All them fuzzy, awful thoughts are floating into shore See these broken strings, you tore them with your lazy heart The wind in our open, tired grave - it's tearing us apart Cry! Oh angel cry Your

My life is like a wound I scratch so I can bleed Regurgitate my words, I write so I can feed And Death grows like a tree that's planted in my chest Its roots are at my feet, I walk so it won't rest Oh, Baby I am Lost... I try to push the colors throu

Long are the days When you're turning away From the reasons you strung Long is the way When you're aching to say But your teeth bite your tongue Loud is the wind In your ears as you spin As you look for the sun Loud are the skies As you thunder your