Letras
An oceans worth of years
That wooden hull you call a chest
That lack of heart can't hide
Built into the bow figurehead
You'll haunt an empty ocean
A gasp behind the door
A sharp breath that wasn't mine
Leads me to believe in
The worst of all feelings
Depending on where the burning lies
Guts or loins
Read the signs
Quick read the signs
I want to exist in the space between most days
Not quite dead but not quite alive
In the fabric that separates the two
Not quite dead but not quite alive
I want to exist in the space between most days
Not quite dead but not quite alive
In the fabric that separates the two
Ringing the bells of rivers
Still giving me these shivers
How many times must I digress your cold and distant side
Just another notch in your bed
You'll haunt an empty ocean
A gasp behind the door
A sharp breath that wasn't mine
Leads me to believe in
The worst of all feelings
Depending on where the burning lies
Guts or loins
Read the signs
Quick read the signs
I want to exist in the space between most days
In the fabric that separates the two
I want to exist in the space between most days
In the fabric that separates the two
Read the signs
Read the signs
Read the signs
Read the signs