Letra de Lungs like gallows

I give blood to prove to myself
That I can matter to somebody else.

Is what makes a man the dirt on his hands?
If so, don´t put you´re faith in the dessert sand,
because the wind is always blowing
There are gallows deep inside my lungs, that´s where I hung ambition

Is it luck that´s knocking right on my back door?
Because I´ve been breaking mirrors since 1984

I walk under ladders, I spill salt on sores
and I open my umbrella even when I am indoors

So give me seven more

I give blood not for the cause but to slowly give up the person I was

Holding my breath won´t help, everything went to hell
So now I steal back pennies from the well

because my wishes failed

I am screaming at my own shadow to stop living like a ghost

Is it luck that´s knocking right on my back door?
Because I´ve been breaking mirrors since 1984

I walk under ladders, I spill salt on sores
and I open my umbrella even when I am indoors

I don´t need her I´m not that desperate
Come visit me in twenty years and maybe then
cause I´m not done screaming yet
you can call off the intervention,

I don´t need your attention