Lyrics
Your linen white cage won t stop this healing, your shoulders align breaking through my sky Glaciers, your linen white cage won t stop this healing
Like the wind through static, you re my foreign body wrapped in colour, i fear it all
Cold thoughts, i fear it all
falling apart like a nice night
Would you break down if you re on your own, you came so pure Talking, soft hands on claws
your towers of love calling to my lost eyes
Like the wind through static, your shoulders align breaking through my sky About, i fear it all
Carving skin to mountains, touching your spine, falling apart like a nice night
Touching your spine, holding your own with no real reason Talking, falling apart like a nice night
Soft hands on claws, you re my foreign body wrapped in colour Talking, like the wind through static
your towers of love calling to my lost eyes
cold thoughts
i ve feared it all
soft hands on claws
You came so pure, weathered down like a valley
You re my foreign body wrapped in colour, soft hands on claws
weathered down like a valley
carving skin to mountains
Carving skin to mountains, i ve feared it all Space, you re my foreign body wrapped in colour
soft hands on claws
looking out into you
soft hands on claws
Would you break down if you re on your own, you came so pure
Would you break down if you re on your own, soft hands on claws
your linen white cage won t stop this healing
Your linen white cage won t stop this healing, weathered down like a valley, would you break down if you re on your own
Holding your own with no real reason, you re my foreign body wrapped in colour
Touching your spine, like the wind through static
Weathered down like a valley, soft hands on claws
You came so pure, would you break down if you re on your own
cold thoughts
your linen white cage won t stop this healing
soft hands on claws
Looking out into you, weathered down like a valley, cold thoughts
weathered down like a valley
cold thoughts
Would you break down if you re on your own, your towers of love calling to my lost eyes
Soft hands on claws, cold thoughts
Your towers of love calling to my lost eyes, cold thoughts, carving skin to mountains
Holding your own with no real reason, your towers of love calling to my lost eyes, soft hands on claws
Would you break down if you re on your own, you came so pure
