All I can see is what I've fried And all the world in your black eye I'll run in circles all the time I'll gather up all that is mine Into the room inside my head The walls are black, the roof is red And fiery like a volcano, I wear it like a massive halo This pretty speckled length of twine That's wrapped around your neck is mine A ruby rose, stiffed and froze is what I give to you I'll run in circles all the time I'll gather up all that is mine Into the room inside my head The walls are black, the roof is red If I could taste your salty head And pick your the dead hair from my eyes An' let you smell the sweet despise Those peaks and trusts guts for a valley Are a dead scene in my back alley How tall and wide you have to get? How big and dark and badly lit? And if I said I did, would you believe me And I showed you gold Would you see through me And if tomorrow didn't come Oh would you? I'll run in circles all the time I'll gather up all that is mine Into the room inside my head The walls are black, the roof is red I'll run in circles all the time I'll gather up all that is mine Into the room inside my head The walls are black, the roof is red I'll run in circles all the time I'll gather up all that is mine Into the room inside my head © WB MUSIC CORP.; LONDON MUSIC LTD; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com