Sleep Spindles - Locust Wings | Текст песни

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• Sleep Spindles
• Locust Wings

A bed fit for lying in, ceilings seal the irony.
A masquerade proven wrong.
It's bugs grow inside my dreams.
They sing, "I can hear your skin crawl".
Secrets buried inside everything.
The transparency of locust wings.
Secrets painted in our tendencies.
If only you were listening.
Do they make your skin crawl?
Do they make your sins forgiven?
Secrets buried inside everything.
The transparency of locust wings.
Secrets painted in our tendencies.
If only they were listening.
Secrets buried inside everything.
The transparency of locust wings.
The secrets we keep inside of our dreams are carved into our spines and our memories.

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