I look at the sky in a cloudy night
the past looks like
the only string to grasp
What's to come seems so far away,
but I believe good things are waiting
'cause you…
have always been here
to stir my visions
bring back the stars
awaken the whim
strike me right,
I'll sing my guts out,
boiling veins
I shout at the moon in a cold night
bleak memories,
echoing nothing bright
all I fear is breathing down my neck,
you open my eyes, they’re nothing but fake verses,
and you…
have always been here
to stir my visions
bring back the stars
awaken the whim
strike me right,
I'll sing my guts out,
boiling veins
When hope plays hide and seek
And I fail to see the skyline
When I try to see through the window
And light strikes me as bullets
From your temple you descend
show me the way
you are my cure
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 10:57 AM UTC
I look at the sky in a cloudy night
the past looks like
the only string to grasp
What's to come seems so far away,
but I believe good things are waiting
'cause you…
have always been here
to stir my visions
bring back the stars
awaken the whim
strike me right,
I'll sing my guts out,
boiling veins
I shout at the moon in a cold night
bleak memories,
echoing nothing bright
all I fear is breathing down my neck,
you open my eyes, they’re nothing but fake verses,
and you…
have always been here
to stir my visions
bring back the stars
awaken the whim
strike me right,
I'll sing my guts out,
boiling veins
When hope plays hide and seek
And I fail to see the skyline
When I try to see through the window
And light strikes me as bullets
From your temple you descend
show me the way
you are my cure
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