You are 'Sir', you're a senator And senator, you were right It's just a law, not the word, not the law I'm learning how to speak again These words are only structures When you choose to frame them in And obviously, the framers would agree You own a chair and you are not there you noble senator Oh, dear sir, I'm a librarian And while I do not know of law I know the things that make my stomach pitch and yaw If I were gavaged on hunger strike Wrongly fired upon or sullied blindly by dogs I'd hate us too and that's why I've cornered you Roman senator, can you still hear With all the marks on your ears? Face me now I want to see you break it down I want to feel our stars colliding I want to see the sweat pour from your brow I'll let it go You're gonna see me lose control We do not fight for isolation Have you seen the injuries? I want to see Your heart of gold again Your heart of gold We are kind Do you remember that? I wanna see your pro-life Bear no exception You grand, old senator Oh, dear sir, I'm a librarian And I am not always right But ours is the story Of the archer and the light © EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.; PLEASE PASS THE SONGS; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com