Our Plague

Water colored fingers paint my picture
Interlocking tightly candles flicker

Trembling hands of mercy, they will not sing for me

Promise I could make it on my own

Throwing flowers at her, my worst behavior
Change my tired patterns, if you could change yours as well

Promise I could make it alone



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon D. Setta, Domenic Palermo
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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