press you in the pages of a hardcover book to dry like flowers and weeds peel your petals off and slowly pull them apart to wrap in my bed sheets to take you with me while i drift off to sleep and assemble you inside of my dreams on a soiled mattress we drift to the attic where the dust collects on your long eyelashes
they say open up the window and stand in the sunshine but you hide in the shadows cause the light goes right through you you're a ghost, you're a ghost, you're a ghost, you're a ghost of my mind
we hide in the places where mice make their holes our skin getting cold under moth eaten clothes i feel my lips turn blue, i'd do anything to be held by you through the night the doors are all closed, we peer through key holes tucked away in a place where flowers can't grow your skin turns to dust in my hands and i'm left holding onto a pile of sandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
