I speak a dead language to a shadow
Spreading a disease like honor among thieves
I use my hands to open doors
Disguised as another man that's out of reach
I'm out of time to read the stars
My sister
I don't ask for understanding
Only this
That you would hear my song
I'm digging up fossils that time forgot
Like the leader of a band of rogues
Searching for answers buried in the past
And should be left alone
Picking at a wound so it can never heal
My sister
There are spirits on my side
That only want
That you would hear my song
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
I speak a dead language to a shadow
Spreading a disease like honor among thieves
I use my hands to open doors
Disguised as another man that's out of reach
I'm out of time to read the stars
My sister
I don't ask for understanding
Only this
That you would hear my song
I'm digging up fossils that time forgot
Like the leader of a band of rogues
Searching for answers buried in the past
And should be left alone
Picking at a wound so it can never heal
My sister
There are spirits on my side
That only want
That you would hear my song
Onion rings
