Stitches Lyrics

every hour is a season
every minute lasts a day
so i set here picking stitches
i find comfort in decay
how i long to fill my lungs
tell me how does it feel to
breathe air cold and clean
cos i've been living on my knees
since i was seventeen
thought i was safe beneath the smoke
but even under cover
i still choke
wel my wings are clipped but even if they werent
i've not the guts to fly and leave behind the earth
there's no poetry in my soul
just a list of lies i've told
and i don't know how much longer i can hold on

my wings are clipped but even if they werent
i've not the guts to fly and leave behind the earth
there's no poetry in my soul
just a list of lies i've told
and i don't know how much longer i can hold on
my wings are clipped but even if they werent
i've not the guts to fly and leave behind the earth
there's no poetry in my soul
just a list of lies i've told
and i don't know how much longer i can hold...