Bell Hollow - Eyes Like Planets | Текст песни

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• Bell Hollow
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Seven stories linger while we lie here
One is for your wrist
And if you lie still, I’ll weave one in your hair

One for when they
Pulled me from the water
One is for the metal taste
The pause before the pounce

It’s a yarn I spin for you
With the talking talking

This one is a relic that I salvaged
This one is the mossy claw
That punctured me
And here’s the holes

It’s a yarn I spin for you
With the talking talking

The sand is seething on that coast
The wound is healing on my throat

It’s a yarn I spin for you

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