Holy Roman Empire Topography
Rearview mirror sunrise travel away
From where you're sleeping
Trace the shape of your body
I'm so familiar with the roads of this land
I've got more fight
I just want you to know
You should know
Your sorrow is mine
Horizon in your eyes
When we're driving we get lost in the landscape, in the cold unfolding
Trace the shape of your body
I'm so familiar
I'm familiar
Close your eyes and imagine that my ribcage is two open doors
Forget sins of the lovers we leave behind
We're the blameless
Your sorrow is mine
Horizon in your eyes
You say it can't be done
I'll beg to follow you
You want
You are
You say it can't be done
I'll beg to follow you
