Wraith
I dare to unearth your motives
My best interest at heart
I'll never know if it was too much
But it was too late
I fled the scene, your body
Drawn in white silhouette
Saving my eyes from your choices
Clinical white box closing in
Wraith
Conflicting answers
To questions I never asked
Your final peace
The salt that stole my drowning eyes
Hoisted sails without a compass
As the timbre of your voices
Fades into whistling leaves
Your wraith gently guides
These broken hands
My best interest at heart
I'll never know if it was too much
But it was too late
I fled the scene, your body
Drawn in white silhouette
Saving my eyes from your choices
Clinical white box closing in
Wraith
Conflicting answers
To questions I never asked
Your final peace
The salt that stole my drowning eyes
Hoisted sails without a compass
As the timbre of your voices
Fades into whistling leaves
Your wraith gently guides
These broken hands
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Atkinson, Nicholas Smith, Stace Fifield, Stuart Henley-minchington, Tim Stewart
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