Moldar - Miles, Mistakes | Текст песни

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Young and out of touch.

In the frantic wait.
In the name of all i've had and held.
In the time it takes to learn from my mistakes.
In the name/time/way
We learn from past mistakes.

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Miles and heartbeats away
They call, dreaming dreams of
Idle fields, dead skin across
Barren bones dry as salt
Dying roots in this ghost town,

The ghosts at home, they whisper
In the voices of the dead and done

They speak like my father
my mother
my lover
Whispering together
“Come home”
Heavy as concrete, I sing,
“No home”
“No home is colored gold”

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