| Slide into this skull like voodoo Like there is an angel in the watch tower Like the crackle of static on the television screen The way the whole world disappears with every breath I take I can bleed it all the live long night There was a wound like a kiss on your arm From your ghost I guess Dressed in blue moonlight All illuminated All of this for you, she said I remember running my fingers on your neck in the afternoon I remember heaven burning like a collapsed star Giving our skin to the wind I remember disappearing into your hair An event horizon I can feel your hands slip around my neck On our way to heaven |
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