Paroles Let The Moss Grow Over Me de Corpus Callosum

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  • Chanson: Let The Moss Grow Over Me
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Textes et Paroles de Let The Moss Grow Over Me



I loop the thread around my eyes
I pull them tight
I string the beads that we call teeth
So I can eat
I stitch and knot my limbs back on
I step into my feet
I will sew my garden safe
Let the moss grow over me
Everything must have a place
There is place for everything

In my pocket is a knob lock key
Wrapped in a silver thread
It's laid out on the road to home
I'll follow where I'm led
The floorboards moan as I approach
To tell me where I'm at
If my tongue was a needle
I would sew myself a map

In my pocket is a knob lock key
Wrapped in a silver thread
It's laid out on the road to home
I'll follow where I'm led
The floorboards moan as I approach
To tell me where I'm at
If my tongue was a needle
I would sew myself a map

I loop the thread around my eyes
I pull them tight
I string the beads that we call teeth
So I can eat
I stitch and knot my limbs back on
I step into my feet
From the cradle into the grave
Let the moss grow over me
Everything must have a place
There is place for everything

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