Knives Songtext
Warm like blood
and tastes like wine,
I still feel You in here.
I still live inside Your eyes;
half the world is letting go.
Back when i found Your arms
and my lonely
Cut up body,
I could not go on. I could not go on.
Everything was dead
and tastes like wine,
I still feel You in here.
I still live inside Your eyes;
half the world is letting go.
Back when i found Your arms
and my lonely
Cut up body,
I could not go on. I could not go on.
Everything was dead
or couldn't fight.
Letters to You,
I read,in my awful sleep.
Skies turn gold;
I hear thunder creep,
and it cuts like knives.
And i will always return to You,
'cause in a way I belong to You.
Sorry if I don't learn from my losses.
Everyone is dead; everyone is dead.
and i can't think of how we got in here.
Choked up and angry with my struggle.
I'm not the farthest from You.
I'm not the closest to Your honor.
You let me save myself.
You let the wind breathe
down my neck. I regret and regret'till there's nothing left.
There were patterns.
There were shapes in the form
of a loss.
(Thanks to j. marie for these lyrics)
Letters to You,
I read,in my awful sleep.
Skies turn gold;
I hear thunder creep,
and it cuts like knives.
And i will always return to You,
'cause in a way I belong to You.
Sorry if I don't learn from my losses.
Everyone is dead; everyone is dead.
and i can't think of how we got in here.
Choked up and angry with my struggle.
I'm not the farthest from You.
I'm not the closest to Your honor.
You let me save myself.
You let the wind breathe
down my neck. I regret and regret'till there's nothing left.
There were patterns.
There were shapes in the form
of a loss.
(Thanks to j. marie for these lyrics)
MATTHEW KENNEDY, ROBERT CATO, ANDREW PERDOMO, CODY PAYNE
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