Testo di Wingbone

fill my belly with your whisepering some barely on the thread orange sound water sworn and cotton fire cold light swallowing your song pasture moonlight newborn legs let the constellations drop crack your scorn water your grave only when you're half erased forget your lines bed of nails sharpening the edges of your grace cold light sifting through lift the shade and let the night in carry your bed on wingbone legs let the constellations drop water your scorn and crack your grave sharpening the edges of your face lost a day a bed of nails lost your lines only when you're wrecked only when you're half erased the loneliness aside it's alright