Слова
Under the hum of city lights
Where months before I bid my goodnights
And hushed my truth
Heavy snow kissed my pale flesh
Finding comfort in small gestures
Burdened by this sense of self
Never nothing short of heaven sent (The nocturnal everlasting that dreamt of sleep)
You saw through my 'guise (The clairvoyant that could not speak)
Before I ever could (And the exhaustion that lead to collapse)
Our images blurred into sound (Finding comfort in small gestures)
Your voice kept me warm (Burdened by this sense of self)
Why couldn't I (Defined by past mistakes)
Keep myself grounded?
Finding comfort in small gestures
Written by: jaccob oliver hanley
