Spitshine Sonata Lyrics - The Bled

I lost my voice in the fire 

I burned my eyes 

Staring at your eclipse 

I was just a child 

My father's favorite 

My father's favorite 

Such delicate arms 

Keep reaching toward the horizon 

As we keep starving for this beauty 

We are sick with distance 

Starving for this beauty 

We are sick with distance 

Grieving for his failure 

We are sick with distance 

We are sick with distance 

We are sick with distance 

We are sick with distance 

You keep me on my knees 

Mummified in your arms 

You keep me on my knees 

Mummified in your arms 

You keep me on my knees 

Mummified in your arms 

This is the last chance that you will get 

To breathe my name into his chest 

I lost my voice in the fire 

I burned my eyes 

Staring at your eclipse 

I was just a child 

My father's favorite 

Such delicate arms 

Keep reaching toward the horizon 

Only the deaf find peace 

Only the blind won't reach 

Only the deaf find peace 

Only the blind won't reach