roar, you past it sun
you can be counted on

there is the palest shape
study your weeping face
lay the pillow to your cheek
we are failing and it sees
this funeral lies inside
my mourning head
what was between us, has now become a wedge

what was is filling in your eyes...x4



Lyrics submitted by vacant skies, edited by Foundout9

Method Of Sleeping song meanings
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