The Felix Culpa
Текст песни Roots

04. ROOTS

we hold hands like old trees that have grown too close
a tangled knotted nest of rotted roots that choke
the veins that eek their way through the dirty soil
that bears them out of duty to their bastard child

this song's own belonging is lost on me
a sort of unnerving answer to your melody
a shoddy patchwork cut and paste memory
baby leave the hearts you break and love the life you made with me

and we'll sing
oh no, no