Fumble Through My Heart
One hand stretched out, trying to catch me
Fingers fumble through my heart
Made of smoke, and clever lighting
Curling up through the dark
Tentative, and ever-moving
No windows are left clear
Cling to skin and disappear when
Somebody moves too fast through here
Empty rooms, empty heads
Aren't empty whilst we can breathe
And something remains, from long ago
Before we decided to leave
And you still stay around
For a reason I can't explain
'Cos you're my best friend, and I am barely with it
I've only myself to blame
One hand stretched out, trying to catch me
Fingers fumble through my heart
Made of smoke, and clever lighting
Curling up through the dark
Tentative, and ever-moving
No windows are left clear
Cling to skin and disappear when
Somebody moves too fast through here
Empty eyes, still and cold
Like a twister that's feeling bored
Damage spreading out, from the walls
But the centre is unexplored
One hand
One more day
Won my freedom
Prices to pay
I've only myself to blame
One hand stretched out, trying to catch me
Fingers fumble through my heart
Made of smoke, and clever lighting
Curling up through the dark
One hand stretched out, trying to catch me
Fingers fumble through my heart
Made of smoke, and clever lighting
Curling up through the dark
One hand stretched out, trying to catch me
Fingers fumble through my heart
Made of smoke, and clever lighting
Curling up through the dark
One hand stretched out, trying to catch me
Fingers fumble through my heart
Made of smoke, and clever lighting
Curling up through the dark
Fingers fumble through my heart
Made of smoke, and clever lighting
Curling up through the dark
Tentative, and ever-moving
No windows are left clear
Cling to skin and disappear when
Somebody moves too fast through here
Empty rooms, empty heads
Aren't empty whilst we can breathe
And something remains, from long ago
Before we decided to leave
And you still stay around
For a reason I can't explain
'Cos you're my best friend, and I am barely with it
I've only myself to blame
One hand stretched out, trying to catch me
Fingers fumble through my heart
Made of smoke, and clever lighting
Curling up through the dark
Tentative, and ever-moving
No windows are left clear
Cling to skin and disappear when
Somebody moves too fast through here
Empty eyes, still and cold
Like a twister that's feeling bored
Damage spreading out, from the walls
But the centre is unexplored
One hand
One more day
Won my freedom
Prices to pay
I've only myself to blame
One hand stretched out, trying to catch me
Fingers fumble through my heart
Made of smoke, and clever lighting
Curling up through the dark
One hand stretched out, trying to catch me
Fingers fumble through my heart
Made of smoke, and clever lighting
Curling up through the dark
One hand stretched out, trying to catch me
Fingers fumble through my heart
Made of smoke, and clever lighting
Curling up through the dark
One hand stretched out, trying to catch me
Fingers fumble through my heart
Made of smoke, and clever lighting
Curling up through the dark
Credits
Writer(s): Rowan Lewis
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