كلمات Insincerity As An Artform

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 separation the foreground don't 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 Unstitch 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 Unstitch your eyes so you could read this forever It's been a long time since I felt the rain upon my head Your varying degrees of grayness tugging the deepest of heartstrings. Were my arms to short to ransom you from broken skin and black and blue Unstitch 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.