Текст песни Silverchair - My Favorite Thing

Got my fever down,then weighed it up
and i know the
sounds remaining wont strain all the silt form my eyes
bleach the green from the pastures,feast on the grey
of teh night straight from the vines refusal to shine

your me favorite thing the one that i love
your the one so id die for your love

Blind the deafened moon stimulate the tombs of angels
ill open my heart wont fall apart
dont fall apart
your my favorite thing
and i feel like letting go