Chasing Sundays
Round and Round
Blind steps off of Moons
And Stars are pleading
Will you catch us falling down?
Rejoice Rejection
Without a sound
Camouflage on open wounds
Dissecting sympathies
Curtains down come take a bow
And Gods Solutions
Are never found
In Divinity there’s ecstasy
Make Love in echoes
Cling to the Souls exhausted clean
Ill wait for you
To go away
Again
I will push
You far away
I’ve given up
But you shoot anyway
I’m guilty of
Everything
My hands are up
I’m on my knees
I don’t have a gun
You can search me please
I’ve given up
But you shoot anyway
I’m guilty of
Everything