Backache bleak heartache couldnt reveal what eyebrows couldnt believe your clear voice thrashed a placard that read “it never was you”
the blood pumps out the helpless lie the feet gets chained, swings out what was within, it flew into sheets of ice cold cracking break melted into nothingness go where, no address
Backache bleak heartache couldnt reveal what eyebrows couldnt believe your clear voice thrashed a placard that read “it never was you”
a free rise from the chase to re-exist through moons of lullaby a long way to climb so the heavens will have you before those steps have been fast and far ahead maybe a jet can be a better try
Backache bleak heartache couldnt reveal what eyebrows couldnt believe your clear voice thrashed a placard that read “it never was you”
Clouds how you flirt You made us want all the dirt We made a bulb of soft glow That smeared the cries of sorrow The rain that strongly came It dropped me into a saint the static saw you in wander Keeping away the close thunder It digged and revealed all my doubts And it appeared I did not suit your mouth So I took the plane to my fathers And felt they need me as their silvers I chalked you would not claim Me or my silly name You still had to feel the cold And paint it with things that sold I had to leave, so you could bloom Without a word, without a broom It does still rest within my soul The urges that were left untold – β€οΈasuma