Cry into the arms of the figure who isn't there.
You're running into darkness,
Searching for the light.
And in the days of silence,
When leaves won't stop falling,
Can you hear the hearts breaking of desolate ones?
Who haven't learned how to breath
Without bleeding from shattered dreams.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
Cry into the arms of the figure who isn't there.
You're running into darkness,
Searching for the light.
And in the days of silence,
When leaves won't stop falling,
Can you hear the hearts breaking of desolate ones?
Who haven't learned how to breath
Without bleeding from shattered dreams.
