This must be whats it's like, to share footsteps in heaven.
To feel the breath of angels, like the sun as it would wash across my back.
this must be what it feels like, to slip inside of a coma with a smile, forever and over again like the ocean waves as they were bledded by the wind, and whispers from these portraits, broke the silence.
If we see the sky open up and my arms can't save you. Know that if you burn, we burn alive together.
Lovers burn much faster.
These hands, these shaking hands, i'll use to spare my eyes, if you ever walk away.
And if i can't hold the sky on my shoulders, and stars become too bright to be contained, i'll still hold these portraits, my reminders, of the time that i was alive.
To feel the breath of angels, like the sun as it would wash across my back.
this must be what it feels like, to slip inside of a coma with a smile, forever and over again like the ocean waves as they were bledded by the wind, and whispers from these portraits, broke the silence.
If we see the sky open up and my arms can't save you. Know that if you burn, we burn alive together.
Lovers burn much faster.
These hands, these shaking hands, i'll use to spare my eyes, if you ever walk away.
And if i can't hold the sky on my shoulders, and stars become too bright to be contained, i'll still hold these portraits, my reminders, of the time that i was alive.