My Sister Grenadine I Turn Into An Obstacle
Like a storm cloud
You always follow me around
You always follow me around
And I am falling
I fall into another hole
I turn into an obstacle
In your hallway
The one that you have always known
The one without a telephone
So tomorrow
We meet before the words gets old
We leave before the blood gets cold
There's a stone throw
There are fabrics I could never break
There is beautiful catastrophes
For your sorrow
I fall into another hole
I turn into an obstacle