From such a early age we are instilled in beauty
In silence we sleep
And step through pious ties
I'm still up to my fucking eyes (in you)
Can we sing this fragile rhyme?
Over and over

If it still feels good let's die another time together

Hand in hand
We still see sense in sighing all the while

We held 100 knives
(to prove that this was adoration)
Because we felt 100 knives
(to prove you were my adoration)

How many times have you bled conscience?
And dishonesty in these tears
In these few pieces of you that I hold on tight to

To remind me
To preserve this
To never let me forget what brought me here

Because I am so thankful of uneventful grace

And partides drawn in the sand
To prove you still care

While I lie in her tide

Like longing long lost forgotten



Lyrics submitted by Harry Manback

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