j hines downtrodden şarkı sözleri
We are fading. We are fading.
On an aging. canvas painting.
Like the work of Courbet.
The lucid tarp just fades away.
Colored pigments of foxglove.
The soul confection of our blood.
The linen stands nailed to the wood.
Downtrodden. Misunderstood.
Ghosts are pacing in this room.
Sweeping like a butcher's broom.
Haunting every dusty nook.
Swaying from a tenterhook.
The shadows begin to prowl.
Our past collides with the now.
