I sometimes get the feeling
The plaguing itching feeling
That if I were to tell you
All of the things I’ve kept
You would just crumble
Crumble into ashes
And blow away in the wind
I sometimes get the feeling
The plaguing itching feeling
That if I were to tell you
All of the things I’ve kept
You would just crumble
Crumble into ashes
And blow away in the wind