The way you came crawling out
Like a dog in submission, hands held in strange positions
Chained to dead blades of grass
Stains are the easy part to wash away
No it's the memory of begging
The thorn that's embedded in the center of a nothingface
Stranger, sleep by the cliffs tonight
Close to the edge tonight
We see you there
Roll around, legs dangling off
You give thrashing sea a show
The waves are applause below
We see you there
No it's the memory of begging
The thorn that's embedded in the center of a nothingface
The Sound of Machines - Nothingface Lyrics
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The way you came crawling out
Like a dog in submission, hands held in strange positions
Chained to dead blades of grass
Stains are the easy part to wash away
No it's the memory of begging
The thorn that's embedded in the center of a nothingface
Stranger, sleep by the cliffs tonight
Close to the edge tonight
We see you there
Roll around, legs dangling off
You give thrashing sea a show
The waves are applause below
We see you there
No it's the memory of begging
The thorn that's embedded in the center of a nothingface
Like a dog in submission, hands held in strange positions
Chained to dead blades of grass
Stains are the easy part to wash away
No it's the memory of begging
The thorn that's embedded in the center of a nothingface
Stranger, sleep by the cliffs tonight
Close to the edge tonight
We see you there
Roll around, legs dangling off
You give thrashing sea a show
The waves are applause below
We see you there
No it's the memory of begging
The thorn that's embedded in the center of a nothingface
Writer: Rich Bernett
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