I'm not even that sure coz what we've got might be broken. But there's one thing we've got going as we're crying without knowing.
There's a runaway back street heading to the water. Just tell me that you love me for happy never after. We'll make it to the ocean and fall in at the deep end coz there's no point in swimming when we know it's the end. The last crow flies there's winter in its eyes, it will be home before you.
Beauty is floating with me. Headwinds whisper like they know me. And those long hills making smoke still they will guide us away from ourselves.
There's a runaway back street heading to the water. Just tell me that you love me for happy never after. We'll make it to the ocean and fall in at the deep end coz there's no point in swimming when we know it's the end. The last crow flies there's winter in its eyes, it will be home before you.
The waves are warm. Your heart is sworn as the colours become one.
Our arms like chains with empty veins. Down here we cannot run.
The storms we feed as our wrists bleed. It's death as a rainbow.
We both look up. Our eyes are shut. This beauty still it floats.
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