Forsaken hearts and hand-me-down pain
Travel in Blue Sunday skies
And take smart roads to hate
A part of me goes with them
To cold streams of salty eyes
Where I hide behind the cracked rock seams
Waiting for salvation
Or a clue
Or someone to help me
Anything.
The feet keep passing
No one to crash into me
No place to go but back
Travel in Blue Sunday skies
And take smart roads to hate
A part of me goes with them
To cold streams of salty eyes
Where I hide behind the cracked rock seams
Waiting for salvation
Or a clue
Or someone to help me
Anything.
The feet keep passing
No one to crash into me
No place to go but back
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