מילים לשיר No Parachutes – Throwing Muses

Pushing a ribcage
And yet we hold our sweaty hands
Makes it hard to breathe
Some new year
Year after year
Without music in our head
Newspaper tenement coming up dead
So my paracute is hanging around
I guess I bust it on the ground
Today I want to walk away
Nothing helps me fall
Nothing helps me float Pushing a ribcage
Makes it hard to breathe
And yet we whisper in the dark
Without newness in our head
Newspaper tenement coming up dead
Year after year
Some new year
So my paracute is hanging around
Nothing helps me fall
I guess I bust it on the ground
Nothing helps me float
Today I want to walk away.