if we can feel ourselves dying we know we're alive, spin around in your circle tracing life. all the simple things, all the little things placed upon your face i'm sick of silence it the pressure that makes me feel numb
she's the safe sound of a play ground, she's my heaven
stay now, may crown, your my air and i want it all and i need it all, lay down, may crown. there's a murder in a memory forged inside of you, an addiction my condition swelling so easily, so take your time, make me heal as long as i find, i want it all and i'll make it alone. |
