Pounding away in the back of my head Until I've almost lost myself And those red and black patterns In which nothing happens Have made me sleep Her beautiful voice Is a nail being pulled out of wood Carry on little hammer You were always my favourite toy When the world's dead to me In my soft to keep fortunate cushion of pins Is a soldier Slicing me really thin The unfortunate truth sneaking in
[00:19.38]Pounding away in the back of my head [00:25.93]Until I've almost lost myself [00:33.26]And those red and black patterns [00:37.25]In which nothing happens [00:40.91]Have made me sleep [00:56.29]Her beautiful voice [00:59.51]Is a nail being pulled out of wood [01:10.60]Carry on little hammer [01:14.38]You were always my favourite toy [01:50.25]When the world's dead to me [01:53.71]In my soft to keep fortunate cushion of pins [02:01.81]Is a soldier [02:05.47]Slicing me really thin [02:09.12]The unfortunate truth sneaking in
