Quiver

Cut your thighs, you want me blind, I wish you cried
Too
And lately I, pressing your time, shaking I'm
Through

Thank you notes came falling out your mouth
Never wished for you to see it, was never what
We were about
Only colour in your eyes when you look me
Through that blue
Now you're sinking cause the water rising up around
Your collar
If you wish to call me over I'd be right around the
Corner
I'd be in the water with you I'd be sinking with you

Stay clear

Hundred thousand miles gone to form your lie
Comatose and left on a fault line, hold me back or
I'll fall on cold old light, come to us for fixing your
Sore mind