I hope we grow old together
One heart, one throat
Sewn together
I find it hard to describe my dependency
My goddess, my light, my love
My infinity
I hope we grow old together
One heart, one throat
Sewn together
How many errors can we make
In these twilight hours
Whatever the shape we call forth
I will call it ours
I hope we grow old together
One heart, one throat
Sewn together
Triage
Who’s first?
My wounds hurt the worst
My wounds hurt the
Worst of all these lacerations
So lace me up
Triage
Who’s first?
My wounds hurt the worst
My wounds hurt the
Worst of all these lacerations
So lace me up