Текст песни Staring At Your Toy Collection

This isn't my room but still I know where everything
goes. Your shoes, buzzing toys,
dirty clothes. I can clean for you.
Spotless like a palace. Chains bind me too.
Your lips are like air. I see heaven all around me,
crumbling like your body. These days alone bring me
back to a little book. Those pages hold all that makes
me angry. And who has the power to bring heaven toKind Of Like Spitting - Staring At Your Toy Collection - http://ru.motolyrics.com/kind-of-like-spitting/staring-at-your-toy-collection-lyrics.html
its knees? God knows its not me.
God knows. This isn't my home.
I feel it in every corner.
The chairs don't sing your name.
I drowned. Please let me clean for you.
No one else can love you like I do.
My hands are spotless please let me clean for you. When you go away.