Staging A Traffic Jam Testo

a burning bridge
staging a traffic jam
intention stained upon expression
eyes the skys darkest clouds
constipated mountains
of condensation

at the start there was innocence
breaks my heart doesn't make no sense
just start again that's the recompense just learning to fly

in a sense
its innocence
its my only defence
on a guilt trip
and being held hostage
i'll wrap my heart around you
i'll wrap my arms around you
falling down the stairs

see this chair see this empty room
there's my heart
there's my open wound
'cause the end always comes too soon
just try to get by

i'll wrap my heart around you
i'll wrap my arms around you
falling down the stairs