Ondine - Echobelly
You say you can walk away
Any time at all
You say you're not afraid to die
But you're not sleeping
You're bringing me down so slow
Bringing me down so slow
Bringing me down
You burn so cold
Lost your voice when it needed you
Black veins that tied you prisoner
To coax your severed highs
But this is the plastic age
The quite rage is dank and civilized
You're bringing me down so slow
Bringing me down so slow
Bringing me down so
Tell
Who made it hurt
Won't you say
Who made it hurt
Won't you tell me now
Who made it hurt again
You ache for something
You ache for something
You ache for something
You ache for something
You ache for something
