There's the tremble in your fingers,
A reminder of how life is so meager,
Tender footed, we're dancing around,
Never landing on the answer of where we're bound,
To go.
Will you come back,
After the kiss of death?
Tell me what did you see.
Will you kiss and tell?
When you collapsed on the stairs,
It all comes true from nightmares,
You can't get up and remember,
Our names and all we've held tender.
Will you come back,
After the kiss of death?
Tell me what did you see.
Will you kiss and tell?
Goodnight, my heart lies with you,
Even if I can't smile that way you do,
I hope you can find it in the final days,
Before the breeze washes you away.
Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 2:16 AM UTC
There's the tremble in your fingers,
A reminder of how life is so meager,
Tender footed, we're dancing around,
Never landing on the answer of where we're bound,
To go.
Will you come back,
After the kiss of death?
Tell me what did you see.
Will you kiss and tell?
When you collapsed on the stairs,
It all comes true from nightmares,
You can't get up and remember,
Our names and all we've held tender.
Will you come back,
After the kiss of death?
Tell me what did you see.
Will you kiss and tell?
Goodnight, my heart lies with you,
Even if I can't smile that way you do,
I hope you can find it in the final days,
Before the breeze washes you away.
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