Sun

Lights fill the room, darkness comes too soon
Your bright eyes are weary now, and starting to fall out

But there's a taste in my mouth from yesterday's bleeding tongue
Faces in the crowd from yesterday's forgotten sun

Breath on the back of my neck, feeling like, I feel like death
Your bright eyes are weary now, and starting to melt down

But there's a taste in my mouth from yesterday's bleeding tongue
Faces in the crowd from yesterday's forgotten sun



Credits
Writer(s): Robin Deione
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