Dog In The Snow Dual Terror
Terror in double, trying to know another
Will I change swiftly or just get too comfortable?
Harsh light, obscura
By the bed and in my own arms
I hold on to my double
Great twin, great terror
I'm sick of fearing everything
Great twin, great terror
I always glamourise the end
If I dream then I won't dream 'bout here, in a lonely sense of being
Oh can I make a new land without the chaos in minds?
Harsh light, obscura
By the bed and in my own arms
I hold on to my double
Great twin, great terror
I'm sick of fearing everything
Great twin, great terror
I always glamorise the end
