Swelled heat from your bruised lip Sweet nothings in the space between our faces So, so sweet
Soft heart at the top of a chair lift Hold tight onto ropes, you fall towards me So, so small
Tall fire and friends from underground Your faith is fragile as a bird My small endearing childhood wails Oh, I will come home when you call, Lord
Whisper back to the head of your hearth Pull back the fire from the things that you felt So, so cold
Long hair entwined with cannibal gear Sunlight on the things ripped away from us So, so long
I buy reflections I can't afford Pay reliance on unseen words Felt blue and unrespected Oh, I will come home when you call, LordTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
