The Stumbling Heart Songtext
von Legacy Pilots
The Stumbling Heart Songtext
A clear direction with no target
I′m running fast to be late as possible
I hear most unsaid words
Out of closed mouths
I've seen the invisible
I talked to the deaf a hundred times
Their answers make no sense to me
The synapses connect on their own
I don′t seem to be involved
The heart is stumbling like a very old clock
I recognized a stormy silence
My mind is an immersed horizon
While a restless freeze is coming over me
I'm digging a deep hole
And I'm throwing a ladder into it
Better be prepared
Since you can′t trust anyone
Not even myself
The heart is stumbling like a very old clock
I recognized a stormy silence
My mind is an immersed horizon
While a restless freeze is coming over me
Like a fly trapped in a double-glazed window
Composed by the forces of evil
No way out - there was no way in
Is it really happening - or is it me?
Is it me, you talking to?
Is it me, you talking to?
My heart is stumbling
While a restless freeze is coming over me
Coming over me...
I′m running fast to be late as possible
I hear most unsaid words
Out of closed mouths
I've seen the invisible
I talked to the deaf a hundred times
Their answers make no sense to me
The synapses connect on their own
I don′t seem to be involved
The heart is stumbling like a very old clock
I recognized a stormy silence
My mind is an immersed horizon
While a restless freeze is coming over me
I'm digging a deep hole
And I'm throwing a ladder into it
Better be prepared
Since you can′t trust anyone
Not even myself
The heart is stumbling like a very old clock
I recognized a stormy silence
My mind is an immersed horizon
While a restless freeze is coming over me
Like a fly trapped in a double-glazed window
Composed by the forces of evil
No way out - there was no way in
Is it really happening - or is it me?
Is it me, you talking to?
Is it me, you talking to?
My heart is stumbling
While a restless freeze is coming over me
Coming over me...
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