This enchanted realm is theming dust again Honey you're my last remaining breath You're the ending beating of my chest You're so much more the darkness than the light I can feel the ways you move me when I'm sleeping How awake am I to still be dreaming We're falling through strings of seasons And I have trouble breathing Your face burns delicate sculpture overlooks And it hurts. It hurts to see us getting old …
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…my hands On secrets of the blind man's world Leading to us here When I go back Recreate the summer days sunken in my head There's too much there Love gushes running flooding out Mighty as a pen When I return The sky has learned its tricks We give requests Answered in the bells chimed right above our heads When the world is gone Let rubble be a nesting place Of water and the wind