Winter is going to end and I’m going to clean these veins again.
There's no need to focus when there's nothing that's worth seeing.
An honest verse of longing, or a simple song of hope.
Her white blank page, and a swelling rage
Oh the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms
There's a lack of colour here
This is fact, not fiction
It's a black balloon, it's a dream you'll soon deny
It's like teaching an old man to cry
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Nothing will remain and so it goes
Praying to whoever would listen to me
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I find comfort in decay.
How I long to fill my lungs
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I'm still haunted by all the things I'll never be
Young Guns på Nalen igår. Fantastiskt.