Tekster: Lake Cisco. Lusca.

:
this eloquent elegance
sings me to sleep every note an ode to what I'll never ever be

tranquilized head
weighs heavy on her chest
breathing deep
her softest scent fills me with the warmth I've missed

make your way
through to me
something pure
is ours to see

time took me here
to search and pick up the parts of hundreds of hearts you once possessed
I guess they're still beating in your chest

make your way
through to me
something pure
is ours to see

make your way
honesty
nothing lasts
nothing's safe

from what once was
to what will never be
there's a bridge
there's this bridge

where are you ?

all I can see is
eight arms
widely stretched
into
the sky
all I can hear is
three pounding hearts
screaming goodbye

Lusca's here