I Dread The Time When Your Mouth Begins To Call Me Hunter Lyrics
I must confess that nothings changed for now.
While knives that line sweet conversations still find a way,
Into our beds while we sleep.
Can't you see that there's an ocean that drawn a line,
Between our bodies and our minds, we look for ghost,
And that's what we find.
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Will we bury who we loved or is the ground,
To cold to break?
Well we slept our way through knowing what to do.
