Further Seems Forever. Insincerity As An Artform. Zeneszám

It's been a long time since I felt the rain upon my head
It's been a long time since I felt the rain upon my head
A moment in seperation the foreground dont seem so bright
These angels in my head are in between the shadow and the light.
Were my arms to short to ransom you from broken skin and black and blue
Stitch your eyes so you could read this forever
Dead and broken and I'm backwards turned to love
My heart in a box I send you
for a sky held up by stars
Were my arms to short to ransom you from broken skin and black and blue
Stitch your eyes so you could read this forever
It's been a long time since I felt the rain upon my head
Your varying degress of grayness tugging the deepest of heartstrings.
Were my arms to short to ransom you from broken skin and black and blue
Stitch your eyes so you could read this forever
Were my arms to short to ransom you from broken skin and black and blue
I'll stitch your eyes so you could read this forever.