Baixar Mais Tocadas: letras de Silverchair

Contained in my cotton crib / Where I feel no turbulence / The ocean sleeps upon a shelf and it feeds my apathy / But i can feel it in the night

Follow the tidesDrown in your headspinForget the world tonightLeave all my joysPeople are plasticA war with elastic knightsAnd I know how you feel in the nightDo you know how I feel in the night?’Cause I know why I feel all the Pins in my needles, pins in my needles, youPins in my needles, pins in my needles, youFace down holesPay them with light’Cause money is hollowThis time is not for self emotionComfort motions are hard to noticeAnd I know how you feel in the nightDo you know how I feel in the night?’Cause I know why I feel all the Pins in my needles, pins in my needles, youPins in my needles, pins in my needles, you

Death becomes clearer through bloodshot eyes / As a death from old age becomes nearer / Why can’t the livestock be free? / When trading soldiers for steak