Hope springs like a rare disease to my lovers eyes.
Doesn`t know if he cuts the trees he can`t reach the skies.
Will he touch my face again like its made of gold
or run like the yearling does when bullets break the cold.
Love twists like a rusty nail in the flesh of the young.
The fear that you will fall and fail lies frozen in the sun.
I just twist in suspended bliss in a whirlpool of time
Perpetuate in your images because hope is blind.
So where are you when the sky falls?
you stand in a feild you made of stone.
You looked for crucifixion
so choke on fears you chose to own
and I waste my time because hope is blind.
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JORDAN REYNE lyrics