Letra de This Song

[Verse 1]
Used to be music made you feel better
A ringing bell, a perfect shell that could shelter you
You'd roll along, your soul in song perpetually together
Melodies, formalities, that's what got you through
[Chorus 1]
But this song, this song, oh
It's the finger held now halted on the glass
This song, this song is a snake coiled in the grass
That lets go of itself just to bite you when you ask it for a kiss
This song
[Verse 2]
I sleep, you dream, you sail the seven seas and cannot find where you started
Then as a bird flying against the world you hang still in space
Watching the tie of moon untied, break as the sea is parted
Your revolution cannot find the right time and place
[Chorus 2]
And this song, this song, oh
It's the finger held now stood stagnant on the glass
This song, this song is a snake coiled in the grass
That lets go of itself just to bite you when you ask it for a kiss
This song
[Verse 4]
The clocks have stopped, the seasons are not turning anymore
And you're a poor one for your tether
It's like a bird to heavy feathers
To music that does not make you feel better anymore, mmmh