Weak In Your Light
Nation Of Language
4:16Lost in thought Far away, when the stitches settle Grant me one more twist Open line to the tensile mind But it's a stretch To try and make it better Break me, bit by bit Soft, what light Illuminate that I will never, I will never learn End of my wits Pausing there, on the second stair I can't forget I will never, I will never learn Frankly sick of myself Reach out, hold my hand Oh reach out for I can hardly stand To watch Reach out, trace your hands Along my lines I can hardly stand To watch Long since lockеd Far away, in the citadel Safely dеrelict Yeah I will never, I will never learn I will never learn I will never, I will never learn I will never learn I will never, I will never learn