The Bled - Spitshine Sonata | Текст песни

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I lost my voice
In the fire
I burned my eyes
Staring at your eclipse

I was just a child
My father's favorite
My father's favorite
Such delicate arms
Keep reaching toward
The horizon

As we keep starving for
This beauty
We are sick with distance
Grieving
For his failure

We are sick with distance
Starving
For this beauty

We are sick with distance

You keep me
On my knees
Waiting for
Waiting for
You keep me
On my knees
Mummified
In your arms
You keep me
On my knees
Waiting for
Begging for

This is the last chance that you will get
To breathe my name
Into his chest

I lost my voice
In the fire
I burned my eyes
Staring at your eclipse

I was just a child
My father's favorite

Such delicate arms
Keep reaching toward
The horizon

Only the deaf find peace
Only the blind won't reach
Only the deaf find peace
Only the blind won't reach

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