On the verge of a whisper
The skies pregnant with corpse-blue scars
Down a tree ripe with bruises
Breath is stolen by broken goodbyes
Fade
Away
Fade
Away
On the verge of a whisper
The skies pregnant with corpse-blue scars
Down a tree ripe with bruises
Breath is stolen by broken goodbyes
Fade
Away
Fade
Away
Fade
Away
Fade
Away