- cifra
Breaking my back in the heart of this land
Feet above water and softened in sand
I could have wanted any part of this
But I find the heat is too harsh on the skin
Drowning in light need the cold to sinking to my soul
My soul
Ignore signs of change, no more
I come back again, I am flawed
Swallow me whole with the Moon on my back
One side is pink and the other is black
I'm good at hiding in the dead and grey
Time after time I've been people I'm not
Places we go to are all that we've got
So why don't we go?
So why don't we go?
I'll never know
Ignore signs of change, no more
I come back again, I am flawed
