Makari - Sky Splitter | Текст песни

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In the black of my head you're resting like you've gone at this for too long. Put down your pen. Cut down the angles, the math you've done is all wrong. Go to bed now; and count your blessings, not your sheep.

Your stars are mine for the night
To put in line so I can breathe them in.

At the back of my bed you're confessing like you've known this all along. Darken the lens, and ask the gods how to sleep.

Your stars are mine for the night
To put in line so I can breathe them in.
The stars align in a dream of mine
Where you exhale a hematoma sky.

So, say what you will about my visions of the earth from the moon where an astronaut claimed it for us all. Even you, as you dare to deny it all.

Your stars are mine for the night
To put in line so I can breathe them in.
The stars align in a dream of mine
Where you exhale a hematoma sky.

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