Days go by like fire burning in your handA map
Woke up this morningI was staring at the ceilingCracks and
Must you seize my world by stormHave me dangle on
When our hearts met we knewWe were restless as two
Bloomingbirds fall from this treeWhere flower seasons passSweetlip & petalwing
We are a falling starA crooked stairA fragile pairWe are
We barely survive the abuses we inflict upon ourselvesWe never
Walk the streets alone tonightNo life at homeMust get out
On the island of my sensesU have lost your shapeThe
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