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Moth

Slave in a Stone

  • 10 Mar 14

So now wait eons ago you called me
So now wait eons ago you called to me

I think we were confused, case my dear

Here truthfully hidden behind a skull’s face
We’re ruthless repentance in all of our sweetest grace
We conformed to the echoes of what we both feared
Weakened forms surrounded our flight and then disappeared

I think we should have tried, no rx my dear

A slave in a stone
A sculptor all alone

I close my eyes and imagine the world that crumbled
We’re holding hands in an earthquake, we’re trying not to stumble
I thought I was lost before I knew
How lost could I really be without losing you?

I think we could have won, my dear

A slave in a stone
A sculptor all alone