Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from here to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places
I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold gound
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold gound
And I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms
And miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold gound
and I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms
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gorgeous song.










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i've been meaning to use this for ages and now that holidays are here...the final big holidays before the end of my school life...i figured why the hell not start being a proper artist person...since i plan on doing it at fucking uni
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"Wrapped in a most humorous sadness"
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