Veils, The - The Leavers Dance lyrics

Berenice
My hands & feet are worn
As much as yours are
And though my head, my hands, my heart are forming
They still feel worlds apart

Berenice
Beneath it all you are golden
And that is all I am feeding on
And though my head, my hands´re growing colder
We move in circles now

Berenice theres no release at all
That isn´t worth dying for
And it isn´t for our desires but our design taht we all fall apart.

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