Spitshine Sonata Songtext

von The Bled

I lost my voice
In the fire.
I burned my eyes
Staring at your eclipse.

I was just a child.
My father's favorite.
My father's favorite.
Such delicate arms
Keep reaching toward
The horizon.

As we keep starving for
This beauty
We are sick with distance.
Grieving for his failure
We are sick with distance.
Starving for this beauty.
We are sick with distance.
We are sick with distance.
We are sick with distance.
We are sick with distance.

You keep me on my knees mummified in your arms.
This is the last chance that you will get to breathe my name into his chest.
You keep me on my knees mummified in your arms.
This is the last chance that you will get to breathe my name into his chest.

I lost my voice
In the fire.
I burned my eyes
Staring at your eclipse.
I was just a child.
My father's favorite.

Only the deaf find peace.
Only the blind won't reach.