The Wanderer
Kid A
I made myself a home
and in it I learned to speak
behind the muffled curtains
thru these walls I creep
with my acoustic sun
blaring in the windows
the silk patterns
of a delicate girl
pull them all up Above
my eyes, tired of the abuse
and in it I learned to speak
behind the muffled curtains
thru these walls I creep
with my acoustic sun
blaring in the windows
the silk patterns
of a delicate girl
pull them all up Above
my eyes, tired of the abuse