Those things that fall apart to fall together again.
You crafted a heart out of this chest
of mine.
The skin was made up of dirt and ideas,
the emotions of water that ran through.
The myths surrounding such a place are real,
there they pick the ageing world apart.
You crafted a heart out of this chest
of mine.
The skin was made up of dirt and ideas,
the emotions of water that ran through.
The myths surrounding such a place are real,
there they pick the ageing world apart.
With cold hands, that saved the previous recitations,
Toes curl as they cling onto the world beneath,
trying to retain some grasp of reality.
Toes curl as they cling onto the world beneath,
trying to retain some grasp of reality.
Where your laughter is an echo of a dream,
keeping promises and secrets intact.
Walking on iced oceans,
wishing that they don’t break,
on my way to you.
keeping promises and secrets intact.
Walking on iced oceans,
wishing that they don’t break,
on my way to you.
