Talking About Space کے بول

Looking out into you Like the wind through static You're my foreign body wrapped in colour Would you break down if you're on your own? Falling apart like a nice night, honey Holding your own with no real reason Touching your spine Carving skin to mountains Rising, falling, weathered down like a valley Your shoulders align breaking through my sky Your towers of love calling to my lost eyes Your linen white cage won't stop this healing Soft hands on claws You came so pure Breaking Soft hand, cold thoughts I've feared it all And you Soft hands on claws You came so pure Breaking Soft hand, cold thoughts I fear it all And you