Whisperer


You play my nerves like strings, all upside down try to keep straight
My limbs are bonding now Since a few aprils ago, endless chase to send away this
Tireless persistence of taste

With a touch of your words I saw the devil sneak between my fingers (all to familiar)
With a touch of your words I've learned to reverse It's gotten me no where

A deep shade of horizon gold the constellations remind me I am home
We were lit from the west, our silhouettes, yet a sight of industrial-ness
As the silence wins over every word

What am I supposed to think about wondering round inside out ?
Patterns don't feel right, still speaking like you know what I'm all about







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