Lyrics Breaking Bones - KYTE

Breaking Bones

Sometimes the smoke, is alive with control
And the poison in the conversation turns, our roles
Awake with the hope, of a new day new ropes
But the language takes no prisoners or hearts, of their own
And now, I fold, this home
To make believe the ways to be alone
I thought this with my eyes closed, soon enough
I’ll be towering high
We came straight from the nightlife, no sentiment
Once we learn how to spy
Breaking your mold, it’s the curse of the cold
Where the shadows meet the history, it blurs to unknown
Sinking through soil, to the six foot reserve
Hold your breath before the windows fill
With faces from the old
And now, I fold, this home
To make believe the ways to be alone
I thought this with my eyes closed, soon enough
I’ll be towering high
We came straight from the nightlife, no sentiment
Once we learn how to spy
I thought this with my eyes closed, soon enough
I’ll be towering high
We came straight from the nightlife, no sentiment
Once we learn how to spy