Eyes on Chelsea - Writing in the Sand (Acoustic) | Текст песни

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• Eyes on Chelsea
• Writing in the Sand (Acoustic)

To all these glass photographs, turning into my hindsight when I don't want to let this go.

Now here's where I see, that I stood on opaque streets, screaming knowing you won't call, now I'll watch this waterfall.

The echo of a spark, is making such a sound. The flame you doused a week ago, is burning back around. The echo of your heart, is making such a sound. The flame you doused a year ago, is burning down this house.

All these blisters on your hand, they're from writing in the sand, that's recently turned to glass, from the hatred of your past.

All you've told is lies but I have faith inside.

I've been fading seeing finite making violets in your eyes, I'll be leaving all the silence to the violence I disguise.

These words can't hold my eyes open.

These words can never fail you if you have no words at all.

The echo of a spark, is making such a sound. The flame you doused a week ago, is burning back around. The echo of your heart, is making such a sound. The flame you doused a year ago, is burning down this house.

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