My Favourite Thing — текст песни (Silverchair)

Got my fever down, then weighed it up, and I know the
Sounds remaining won`t strain all the silt from my eyes
Bleach the green from the pastures, feast on the grey
Of the night, straight from the vines refusal to shine

You`re my favourite thing - the one that I love
You`re the one so I`d die for your love

Blind the deafened moon, stimulate the tombs of angels
I`ll open my heart won`t fall apart
Don`t fall apart
You`re my favourite thing
And I feel like letting go