
Date of issue: 23.07.2020
Record label: Isolation
Song language: English
Temple |
Feel her pulse within your hands |
Weave her hair through the paper |
And hope your pen runs out of the ink that writes of the pain in your eyes |
Write these words like her veins |
Spread these words like her veins |
Feel her pulse within your hands, weave her hair through the paper |
Hear her silence within these words, all she leaves is a whisper. |
Write these words like her veins |
Spread these words like her veins |
Remember the letters that you never sent |
The promises she never kept, hope that your pen runs out |
Runs out |
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