String

Missing pictures of your dreams

Your mind sews up separated seams

Fine lines writing you off

Faces you know

The etching is soft

String reminds you of skin

Where you left off

Where you begin

String reminds you of skin

Where you left off

Where you begin

 

Blinders widen like a speculum

Time, your dirty hands are tied

Fine lines writing you off

Faces you know

the etching is soft

String reminds you of skin

where you left off

where you begin

I can't have you, I can't have you, I have dreams

I can't have you, I can't have you, I have dreams

I can't have you, I can't have you, I have dreams