Scattered Fall Second Things Drawn First
invisible noise. doubt in my eyes. a haunted soul was my surprise. a flame over my head, a gift she said. to renovate my spirit, but that didn't do it. crying at the steps. don't regret. crying at the steps where we met. tears filled my hands. for what? for what? guilt for my head. i'm not, i'm not. crying at the steps. don't regret. crying at the steps where we met. tears filled my hands. for what? for what? guilt for my head. i'm not. i'm not. i've been like this since my first breath. i'll be like this until my death. blood stains on my bed because of what's inside my head. the flame fades but the gift remains. crying at the steps where we met. tears filled my hands. for what? for what? guilt for my head. i'm not, i'm not. crying at the steps. don't regret. crying at the steps where we met. tears filled my hands. for what? for what? guilt for my head. i'm not. i'm not. take the thorns from your head. take the nails from your wrist. take the spear from your side and blow God a kiss. take the thorns from your head. take the nails from your wrist. take the spear from your side and blow God a kiss.
