Spectre Shores - Winter Mornings | Текст песни

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I’m too fucking busy for you,
that’s what you told me,
and maybe you’re right,
but i just don’t have the time
or the patience
to be rusting out or collecting dust,
but both of us
can’t stand the thought of being alone.

The steam from the shower,
the clouded bathroom mirror,
the bumps on your bare skin
on winter mornings

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