Red Dust - James Vincent McMorrow
I will not cave under you
For my heart is an unending tomb
Cut from an ancient cloth of old
Someone is ringing a bell
It chimes through this shimmering shell
That once was my vision of birth
Now is my vessel and curse
Heat from the tall lamp
Melting the outer wax that holds
Blood from a deep cut
Some of the reddest stuff to flow
Sometimes my hands
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www.xmusic.io 音乐网They don't feel like my own
I need someone to love
I need someone to hold
Sometimes my hands
They don't feel like my own
I need someone to love
I need someone to hold
Sometimes my hands
They don't feel like my own
I need someone to love
I need someone to hold
Sometimes my hands
They don't feel like my own
I need someone to love
I need someone to hold
Ahhh
