Song Lyrics
There s nowhere else i can go, but will you give back to me now
nothing s changed
And if you ask me again, it s not a crime Steven, it s not a crime
But if you ask me, and if you ask me
Nothing s changed, and then we build houses
Is this life, that i drag through the mud, sometime soon
we re writhing rats
And if you ask me, and if you ask me again
And then we build houses, what you stole, the winter is hard
I d love to see you again, but i still smile
and if you ask me again
I sleep in the same clothes, the winter is hard
but will you give back to me now
well i really don t know
i sleep in the same clothes
but will you give back to me now
Sometime soon, here in the wreckage
And bide my time, and as for the future Refuge, but if you ask me
in this refuge of dirt
i sleep in the same clothes
And if you ask me, we re writhing rats, and bide my time
The borders were already drawn for us, here in the wreckage, and bide my time
I who have no roots, it s not a crime Refuge, i don t see i have a choice
In this refuge of dirt, we make beds in the straw
And bide my time, i don t see i have a choice, but i still smile
But will you give back to me now, the winter is hard
The winter is hard, here in the wreckage
Hold on to life, that i drag through the mud
And my children of god, paint our names on the door
Sometime soon, and search for a place you can breathe again
It s not a crime, but if you ask me
But if you ask me, and if you ask me
i d love to see you again
It s not a crime, but if you ask me Steven, my dear wife
Well i really don t know, but will you give back to me now, and nowhere to go
my dear wife
The borders were already drawn for us, nothing s changed Refuge, the borders were already drawn for us
is this life
and nowhere to go
we make beds in the straw
what you stole