In broken speech. You tricked me on shaky ground. Don't tell me. . It feels like walking on rusty nails. But the pain's not mine. . Where we collide. Down is the only way out.
In broken speech. You tricked me on shaky ground. Don't tell me. . It feels like walking on rusty nails. But the pain's not mine. . Where we collide. Down is the only way out.
My spirit rises. Off the plate. In front of me. . And drifts over. To the space. Where she waits. . She speaks a language. Distilled by time. To nothing more than.
While we're staying. When I run out on you. . I saw you falling. And burst like porcelain. Fragile and precious. Nothing broke a shard. We blew it all.
Went inside the caves of seven wolves. Felt of the forces that lend themselves to speed. Those final words to fracture the very structure. Can't stand this glacial pace.
Here it ends. No one's gonna shed a tear. No need to shout. Just to stand the silence. . (A) well spent time. In the early morning's haze. You sit and wait.
Came to your border. Looking back into the night. Falling down on the city lights far away. . Tell me the answer. "Who knows the wrong from the right?".