It is almost like we've died entwined in that way we are.
And our voices,
Our touch,
Our lips are searching for answers
To questions not asked.
It is not a belief in dreams.
It is not a refusal to accept.
It is a refusal to let go.
It is almost like we've died entwined in that way we are.
And our voices,
Our touch,
Our lips are searching for answers
To questions not asked.
It is not a belief in dreams.
It is not a refusal to accept.
It is a refusal to let go.
