Crutches and caskets filled with coffins filled with crosses filled with crushing expectations
You are here now though I remember
You're in my dreams because you're my dream-girl
Blackness coming through the bright coming through ballooned faces coming through crowds who'd have it that angels come down and drag them into the sky
Now I'm without you though our fingers touch
I'll be someone new with someone new
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC
Crutches and caskets filled with coffins filled with crosses filled with crushing expectations
You are here now though I remember
You're in my dreams because you're my dream-girl
Blackness coming through the bright coming through ballooned faces coming through crowds who'd have it that angels come down and drag them into the sky
Now I'm without you though our fingers touch
I'll be someone new with someone new
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