The Flycatchers - Voices

Guess I couldn’t be honest
Guess you didn’t believe me
Guess I’m stuck on my back in the floor
Of these walls I’ve built around me
I’ve been watching the shadows close
Tried to pull on my sleeve
I’ve been caught up entangled
In their lonely company
But they’re only voices
Don’t listen at all
You’ve got your choices still
Don’t build them up so tall
They’ll cut you down
You can call it illusion
Sometimes it feels like a stain
When I’m stuck in these walls here
With my hands tied to my feet
Thought I was breaking the cycle
Thought I knew what was fair
But I’m out here trembling
In this cold December air

Written by:
JAMES JONES, Gareth Jones

Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group

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