To Blind

I blind from the light when notorious blizzard is raging
And try not to know what is waiting for me straight ahead
Forgot who I am, one another without a question
You harrow my soul with the scraps of your dreams once again

I run to this peaceful stretch at disquieting sunrise
I fall into day like it's last bastion of my hope
And then realize our being so reckless and childlike
We suddenly found ourselves in luxurious robe

And writhing with pain in my cold and so desolate bedstead
I'll think up new names for myself and for you and the rest
But each fucking morning I wait for the spring I invented
And reason for all is we did not desire our best

And writhing with pain in my cold and so desolate bedstead
I'll think up new names for myself and for you and the rest
But each fucking morning I wait for the spring I invented
And reason for all is we did not desire our best



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