Dust nails graze me
Can't see no hands to hold
Hazy eyes guide me
Your sense of purpose keeps me cold
Why are we lost here?
I thought you could never do wrong
Our last paths are crossed here
We've been together for too long
(We made these cuts heal
In the makeshift huts that feel real
But they're not, they're not)
How the warmth has left your eyes
And your pillows ain't my thighs no more
Any drizzle they had died
And the whistles of the wind try to awaken us
(We made these cuts heal
In the makeshift huts that feel real
But they're not, they're not)
Dust nails graze me
Can't see no hands to hold, hold
Hazy eyes guide me
Your pillows ain't my thighs no more
Why are we lost here?
I thought you could never, never, never do
Wrong
(We made these cuts heal
In the makeshift huts that feel real
But they're not, they're not)