Hope springs like a rare disease to my
lover"s eyes
Doesn't know if he cuts the trees he can't
reach the skies
His hand wont warm to mine just 'cos I believe
I watch the time rot, like my heart, when I breathe.
Will he touch my face again like it's made of gold?
Or run like the yearling does when bullets break the cold
Love twists like a rusty nail in the
flesh of the young
The fear that you will fall and fail lies
frozen in the sun
His hand wont warm to mine just 'cos I believe
I watch the time rot, like my heart, when I breathe.
I just twist in suspended bliss in a whirlpool of time
Perpetuate in your images because hope is blind.
lover"s eyes
Doesn't know if he cuts the trees he can't
reach the skies
His hand wont warm to mine just 'cos I believe
I watch the time rot, like my heart, when I breathe.
Will he touch my face again like it's made of gold?
Or run like the yearling does when bullets break the cold
Love twists like a rusty nail in the
flesh of the young
The fear that you will fall and fail lies
frozen in the sun
His hand wont warm to mine just 'cos I believe
I watch the time rot, like my heart, when I breathe.
I just twist in suspended bliss in a whirlpool of time
Perpetuate in your images because hope is blind.