Your Eyes, Under

Pictures framed in gold
Bronze heavy's my neck

Deer heads make the walls
Silverware in cabinets

Cut from different cloth
Still see no hope
Yours is nice and soft
All I see is rope

(She's) Standing to the nines
God sent in a dress
Once bitten twice as shy
Leave our pictures in cabinets

Leave sleeping dogs to rest
Still see no hope
Always feeling second best
All I see is rope

River sends be back
Bed sores to blame
These ropes start to feel slack
I think I've gotten away

Cut from different cloth
Start to see hope
Ours is nice and soft
All I see is home

Pictures framed in
Gold decaying



Credits
Writer(s): Nico Smith
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