I Dread The Time When Your Mouth Begins To Call Me Hunter lyrics

I must confess that nothings changed for now.

While knives that line sweet conversations still find a way,

into our beds while we sleep.

Can`t you see that there`s an ocean that drawn a line,

between our bodies and our minds, we look for ghost,

and that`s what we find.

Will we bury who we loved or is the ground,

to cold to break?

Well we slept our way through knowing what to do.
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