Spitshine Sonata - The Bled

I lost my voice

In the fire

I burned my eyes

Staring at your eclipse

I was just a child

My father’s favorite

My father’s favorite

Such delicate arms

Keep reaching toward

The horizon

As we keep starving for

This beauty

We are sick with distance

Grieving

For his failure

We are sick with distance

Starving

For this beauty

We are sick with distance

You keep me

On my knees

Waiting for

Waiting for

You keep me

On my knees

Mummified

In your arms

You keep me

On my knees

Waiting for

Begging for

This is the last chance that you will get

To breathe my name

Into his chest

I lost my voice

In the fire

I burned my eyes

Staring at your eclipse

I was just a child

My father’s favorite

Such delicate arms

Keep reaching toward

The horizon

Only the deaf find peace

Only the blind won’t reach

Only the deaf find peace

Only the blind won’t reach