The Rabbit In The Hat - Running Cold | Текст песни

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• The Rabbit In The Hat
• Running Cold

When you crept from my side
slowly fading warmth
to be denied

fragile picture in head
run the gauntlet
it all adds up

fleeting shadows, imagined glimpses
in nights corners
Darkness playing her games
devouring hand, its
reaching out

I sit on sand
it draws the blood
running cold
veins once throbbed with fire

The morning scent
barely lingers there
but drowning out
its unscented charm

The Sunset that brought
start of long nights,
heralds end of days

Conjured from a black note
lifted from the page
quivering,

trying to live on,
the songs
a tattered mess.

my grasp has weakened
its object of desire
fights blue fingers