The Feelings
Fismoll – Skin
Skin from Abandoned Stories (EP) by Fismoll:
Its hard to find sticks
In the stony cave
There is no chance for fire
Hope is in the prayer
Nothing is worse than the cold that fills us
Nothing is worse than the eyes inside us
Nothing is worse than the cold that fills us
Nothing is worse than the eyes inside us
And hope to talk (take) you through
It can help you dear
I'll give you my own skin
You could fall asleep peacefully
Nothing is wore than the cold that fills us
Nothing is worse than the eyes inside us
Nothing is wore than the cold that fills us
Nothing is worse than the eyes inside us
Writer: fismoll
Its hard to find sticks
In the stony cave
There is no chance for fire
Hope is in the prayer
Nothing is worse than the cold that fills us
Nothing is worse than the eyes inside us
Nothing is worse than the cold that fills us
Nothing is worse than the eyes inside us
And hope to talk (take) you through
It can help you dear
I'll give you my own skin
You could fall asleep peacefully
Nothing is wore than the cold that fills us
Nothing is worse than the eyes inside us
Nothing is wore than the cold that fills us
Nothing is worse than the eyes inside us
Writer: fismoll
پنج دقیقه با شلوارک نشستم روی صندلی پارک، دیدم پشهها از این سفره یک بار مصرف درازا انداختن روی قسمت لخت پام و صدای برخورد قاشق چنگال به بشقاب میاد.
آدمیزاد تو تخت، تو سکوت و تاریکی شب بیدفاع میشه؛ جایی که خاطرات هجوم میارن و از هول یکی، وارد کوچه پسکوچه دیگهای میشی و عاقبت کنج یکی از همین بنبستها گیر میوفتی و شرحهشرحهات میکنن. چشم باز میکنی و میغلتی، به ثانیه نکشیده جریان تکرار میشه. بیخوابی نه میکشَدِت نه قویترت میکنه.