Memoryhouse
To the Lighthouse
It silently seeming (?)Caving into your handsCan't sustain this breathingIt weighs on my chestHis lungs are filled with water from the tideFrom the tideAnd I watch them go byCan't define a purposeOur hands set adriftIslands, cobwebs formingCoalesce through the vaporSome strange trembling gasIn sleep, I dream of houses in the skyIn the skyAnd I watch them go bySometimes I'm pulled away From my own miseryYour hands cover meEyes drift slowlySleep the summer chillAnd sheets of linenHush the scattered sound Letras de cancionesOf time dispersingSometimes I'm pulled away From my own miseryYour hands cover meEyes drift slowlySleep the summer chillAnd sheets of linenHush the scattered sound Of time dispersing
From Letras Mania