Thick Skins

Fire of the photographs we never printed and never lived, is flailing in our past lives' hearts

Every mountain I drag my aimless corpse with eyes that light up with the bonfire, we're always apart

Then I meet you when I fall asleep to feel your sincerity, and that warmth is what keeps me asleep

As the Black Sea roars
The salt burns our sores

How were we to know that thick skins heal slow?

There's nothing ordinary about us, and it's fitting I have terrors in the morning and not night

When the sunlight hits my face it perpetuates the pain that I feel when you are on mind

Oh
How were we to know that thick skins heal slow?

If healing is letting you go
I'll keep the wound alive with my vain flame of sorrow

oh
How were we to know that thick skins heal slow?



Credits
Writer(s): Dennis Aydemir
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