Luyện nghe bài hát Sleeping Limbs

My lungs are not up
They don't listen the rest of me knows
And I'm counting down the days I left
Only while I'm holding my breath
I see you...

Cut it down, I cut them down
They tower over me while I
But I vent too to just lay around
Only pretending I'm facing the ground

And these skies, my only
What's the point to this? There's no to this (x2)

Hold on to me, on to my back
I'm falling down the hole too fast
Even even if the light pours in up over my
Will I see it then, or pretend I'm dead again.

And skies, my only wish
the point to this? There's no point to this (x2)

'Cause we all change with the (mourning?) after
But these hearts aren't beating fast enough
So can I ask you to me alone?
I'll when I am able to

Get up (x8)