Burned

Nothing feels quite empty
As the space that occupies your urn
In the quiet desert air
A gripping silence uncompared
Nothing holds a place like
Taste of cherries on your tongue
Or the release you have left undone
And the chaos you have sung

Burned a eulogy in
The darkest corners of a starlit sky
Goodbye



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Fassett
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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