Palimend 가사

Oh dusk intended silences & corners pulling yellow With valleys for their styluses & graphics for her fellow Our Sunday morning starknesses sang false endearing senses A frame of preening darknesses made mortar for their fences It is not over, you just don't know what you have done When we�re nervous for all our sins in grainy wilted blessing Deserved of whistling cardinal winds while gravity's redressing Oh smokepure strain of meeknesses & deathly-bound allying Too many little sweetnesses, so much life in denying I always wanted you to know I never wanted you to go Your savior dies in empire glow but never tries to let it show