Strained eyes and the passage of time
Blurred lights as the world slips by.
Cast bones in glass weak enough that smoke would shatter
I want to feel you wrapped around my pulse.
Cast bones in glass weak enough that smoke would shatter
I want to feel you wrapped around my throat.
Tell my eyes what to see
Tell my lips how to speak
Lay my head in your lap
Pull the shade over me.
Everything you're seeing, you may be seeing for the last time.
supported by 10 fans who also own “Blue Sun Up, Three Miles to the Coast”
It's a departure from their previous work, with many songs actually "slower" than earlier records, but still bringing the same energy and feeling. le monsieur
supported by 10 fans who also own “Blue Sun Up, Three Miles to the Coast”
A rollercoaster of rage-crying emotion sure to send you over the edge if you're not careful. Gotta love Old Gray and all the emo ragers they write for us. Mikey