Ephemera
My fingers carved a path as they ran through her hair, a stolen moment always golden in my memory
All I have to do is shut my eyes and it feels like she is there, these days nothing means as much to me
You are the beacon, that guides me through
I am a river, you are the sea, and I flow right into you
I flow right into you
I feel it coursing through my veins, but is it keeping me alive?
I feel it driving me insane, I hide my guilt behind this burden
Behind this vacant stare
I can see cracks forming in the corner of your smile (return to me)
I see the sadness in your eyes, what I would do to take it back
Turn back the hands of time
Turn back the hands of time
How many times before, have we been down this corridor, how many times do we have to see, dark shades of you and the beast in me
I can't escape, I can't escape, I can't escape
You made your bed, so here's a fucking pillow, you made your bed, may as well get comfortable
My fingers carved a path as they ran through her hair, a stolen moment always golden in my memory
All I have to do is shut my eyes it feels like she is there, these days nothing means as much to me
Let go
So wheres your fucking conscience now?
How many times before, have we been down this corridor, how many times do we have to see, dark shades of you and the beast in me.
All I have to do is shut my eyes and it feels like she is there, these days nothing means as much to me
You are the beacon, that guides me through
I am a river, you are the sea, and I flow right into you
I flow right into you
I feel it coursing through my veins, but is it keeping me alive?
I feel it driving me insane, I hide my guilt behind this burden
Behind this vacant stare
I can see cracks forming in the corner of your smile (return to me)
I see the sadness in your eyes, what I would do to take it back
Turn back the hands of time
Turn back the hands of time
How many times before, have we been down this corridor, how many times do we have to see, dark shades of you and the beast in me
I can't escape, I can't escape, I can't escape
You made your bed, so here's a fucking pillow, you made your bed, may as well get comfortable
My fingers carved a path as they ran through her hair, a stolen moment always golden in my memory
All I have to do is shut my eyes it feels like she is there, these days nothing means as much to me
Let go
So wheres your fucking conscience now?
How many times before, have we been down this corridor, how many times do we have to see, dark shades of you and the beast in me.
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Writer(s): Thomas Booth
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