Day burns down to night,
Burns the edge of my soul.
In the night I break into sparks of suns
And become fires in a dust of bones Night knifes My breath swallows whole my tongue
Turn back Reverse
return In the night
I see the real Concealed in the day's bright lie Eyes stitched shut
White teeth smile
Sleep walks and talks.
Burns the edge of my soul.
In the night I break into sparks of suns
And become fires in a dust of bones Night knifes My breath swallows whole my tongue
Turn back Reverse
return In the night
I see the real Concealed in the day's bright lie Eyes stitched shut
White teeth smile
Sleep walks and talks.
