11/94
11/94
My eyes are brighter
Your stare like warm holes for a vagabond
I’m a siren in the night
The taste of screaming fills my mouth
My tongue was wringing out a melody
Begging to take flight
My eyes are brighter
Your stare like warm holes for a vagabond
I’m a siren in the night
The taste of screaming fills my mouth
My tongue was wringing out a melody
Begging to take flight
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