Оригинален текст
This Wooden Floor,
Clunks Under You,
As I Etch, To Your Haze.
These Rough Dreams,
Can’t Keep Me Down,
As I Draw From The Grey.
You Waiver I Feel It,
You Waiver To Leave Him.
You Waiver I Feel It,
You Waiver To Leave Him.
Your Blue Eyes,
Will Get Me Out,
Of This Coffin, Of My Grey.
You Waiver I Feel It,
You Waiver To Leave Him.
You Waiver I Feel It,
You Waiver To Leave Him.
You Waiver, You Waiver,
You Waiver, To Leave Him.