Pretence

How do I renounce unwritten words

Unwritten words that can’t be heard

Want to speak but need to breath

I’ll cut my hands before I reach

And I’m not used to saying

Here’s my soul for taking

So if you lead I’ll go, go, go, go

So take my hand I’ll follow

I’ve got nowhere to go

I know my sickened soul knows the way

Oh the nights I’d like to bathe in

Gods silver lights I like to savour

And although a storm is coming to

I’ve got your love to sticken to

You’ll kill the black

I’ll kill the blue

So run I’ll towards you

Should avoid approaching sounds

Avoid them since we are not bound

I can sense shivering skin

Oh you would let me in

Now never let me in

And it has never made sense

All of this false pretence

But you’re hard to understand

You’ve lead me on this far

Let’s finish what we start

Or are you scared of my blackened name

Oh the nights I’d like to bathe in

Gods silver lights, I like to savour

And although a storm is coming to

I’ve got your love to sticken to

You’ll kill the black

I’ll kill the blue

So run I’ll towards you