Testi:
Finger Eleven Greyest Of Blue Skies

It's biting it's teething it's biting I'm bleeding It's calling it's crawling it's calling and I'm falling The perfect sound of middle ground Pull me

I had never thought We were hanging on But the fall looks very far Staring at the ground What flesh will do to you Will do to me too Be free and on your

Without it I'm failing My heart waits in the wings alone The stages I go through Keep coming time and time and time again Do you wonder how I stay So

Are the sins getting staler Does every moment move past you Or does it feel like forever And shouldn't you be laughing too? Take a look how they found

Good God have I been dreaming This paralyzing feeling? Was I left alone? Where have you gone? Were you somewhere else just sleeping? If I wait to wake

It's biting, it's teething, it's biting, I'm bleeding It's calling, it's crawling, it's calling and I'm falling The perfect sound of middle ground Pull

Your sweet little hands Brush right past me Sometimes you don't understand Why you can't reach I bite when I don't want to bend How silent I can be So

Spotlights are roaming The show will begin I had never thought But don't give my circus away I hope it ends before you know me I've lost it completely

Are the sins getting staler Does every moment move past you Or does it feel like forever And shouldn't you be laughing too? Take a look how they found