Woorden:
10 4 Eleanor Other

When it's light we are defined. Everything exposed but what we hide. Now is the time to come unfurled. Swallow down your pride and let it go. There

We've walked too far to fall to our knees. If there's an answer, it's lost on me. Is freedom so abstract that it can't be found without keeping someone

This demeanor is the sum of foolish dreams And all the smiles for which I've fallen This crooked grin is for the eyes that trod my heart And for the

It seems so clinical; the things we do are minimal. Half-heart smiles and token wit, But we're not saying shit. Our eyes bat back and forth, we're physical

The biting, blowing cold Cuts directly to my soul My circulation slows And I feel old Until the spring I'll be hating everything Without a song to sing

: When it's light we are defined. Everything exposed but what we hide. Now is the time to come unfurled. Swallow down your pride and let it go. There

: This demeanor is the sum of foolish dreams And all the smiles for which I've fallen This crooked grin is for the eyes that trod my heart And for the

: My mind's at home here in this cold November breeze. This frost, it stabs my skin, and grays the branches of these trees. My breath is a ghost as it

: I understand what you're going through And I wish that I could help you But all we are is hollow If we don't learn to make it full I know it's hard