My Favourite Thing
Silverchair

Got my fever down, then weighed it up, and I know theSounds remaining won't strain all the silt from my eyesBleach the green from the pastures, feast on the greyOf the night, straight from the vines refusal to shineYou're my favourite thing - the one that I loveYou're the one so I'd die for your loveBlind the deafened moon, stimulate the tombs of angelsI'll open my heart won't fall apartDon't fall apartYou're my favourite thingAnd I feel like letting go……..


Composição: Daniel Jonhs