Fairweather - I Dread The Time Your Mouth Beings To Call Me Hunt lyrics

I must confess that nothings changed for now.
While knives that line sweet conversations still find a way,
into our beds while we sleep.
Can´t you see that theres an ocean that drawn a line,
between our bodies & our minds, we look for ghost,
and that is what we find.
Will we bury who we loved or is the ground,
to cold to break?
Well we slept our way through knowing what to do.

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