Spider Fingers
A cigarette might keep you off my mind, mind
I said I'd call you but I can't find the time, time
Is this the end Love, why do I feel fine? Fine.
Is this real love, can I leave this behind? Behind.
These spider fingers getting stuck to leaves. Leaves.
Out the window while her lover sleeps. Sleeps.
She feels the cold air, she likes the way it speaks. Speaks.
She breathes the smoke in, the ashes burn her sleeves. Sleeves
I said I'd call you but I can't find the time, time
Is this the end Love, why do I feel fine? Fine.
Is this real love, can I leave this behind? Behind.
These spider fingers getting stuck to leaves. Leaves.
Out the window while her lover sleeps. Sleeps.
She feels the cold air, she likes the way it speaks. Speaks.
She breathes the smoke in, the ashes burn her sleeves. Sleeves
Credits
Writer(s): Nolan Manke
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