Low so that
the broken branches can touch me
this feelingless is unlike anything
When my personal world is over
What was it we were awaiting from tomorrow?
What was kiaded on its burden?
the barren truth has dug itself from underneath
Though it was covered for a long time
And it was the cause of shame
Drop, save
For the both of us
The touch of the bottom shows our way
Dying light
our eye holes filled
spit your rebellion
against my face
I want to still
show the wound once more
that you already forgot so long ago
i cant even remember how we glided here
but i havent forgotten what we once were
i cant tell it any better
but ive read the moment has come
we have to change the direction of our wedge
if we still want to breathe
still to breathe
Drop, save
For both of us
The touch of bottom shows our way
Salt and dust
Dying light
our eye holes filled
spit your threats
against my face
Drop, save
For both of us
The touch of bottom shows our way
Salt and dust
Dying light
our eye holes filled
spit your objections
against my face