Luckdown ...To End Her
you run,
you're running from the hands.
the hands that hold
your time.
slowly fading,
brings this gleam into my eye.
as i feel my words slip down my throat,
not worth repeating.
i hear them fall away.
you run,
you're running from the hands.
the hands that hold
me tight.
slowly fading,
brings this gleam into my eye.
as i feel my words slip down my throat,
not worth repeating.
i hear them fall away.
