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I'll head south You won't get away with this I can taste the writing on your tongue I'll pronounce Death upon these lips We're not quite there yet Huddle close We'll search the sea for warmth We're losing friction fast Hands slip to reach the mast We're bullet proof But we can't stay on board We fear something More than danger We could weigh the pages down With the weight of the ocean waves We could take the longer route And take out hearts to higher ground And we spew fire from our tongues Metal from our lungs Love from our songs Letras de cancionesFights form our wrongs And i have felt the frost above your lungs I have kissed the writing on your tongue and it tastes like the salt below the waves You left me with scars that had no right to wounds And the anchor is all that guards your deck Your sails are burning to keep you warm Live and let live but dare not forget The waves have warned you They'll do their worst But can they teach you to hang On to every last hinge Stare deep into the gray The oceans only inch You sink with every wave yet you do not betray The magnets on the gauge The imprints on the page (And I can tell you want to be closer I can tell) And we spew fire from our tongues Metal from our lungs Love from our songs Fights form our wrongs And i have felt the frost above your lungs I have kissed the writing on your tongue and it tastes like the salt below the waves You left me with scars that had no right to wounds From Letras Mania