a dirge for krista joy

We walk the seashore, like drunkards on stilts
Her breath like wine, the air around like milk
Small in stature, she rose above the filth;
and I'll miss her, I'll miss her, like everyone will

And at night you bite your fingers
over deeds that you despise
We all forgive you
and we'll all weep when you die
And at night you bite your fingers
over deeds that you despise
We all forgive you
and we'll all weep when you die

We walk the seashore, like drunkards on stilts
Her breath like wine, the air around like milk
Small in stature, she rose above the filth;
and I'll miss her, I'll miss her, like everyone will



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Cole Wuamett, Aaron D Mattison, Jeremy Johnson Asay
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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