Crashintome
Along the Edge
Walking home on the edge of sweet delusion
As if the black keys can play our reflections together
And never keep our intertwined, tender touches, from falling from illusion
You baby, are my nightly callings, you baby, come dim my eyes and help me mercifully sleep
Conscience me your nervous hands and hold for me what we really need
My baby, put me down along this edge, along our edge, and feel my never ending heart bleed
Hold my balance, fit your fingers closed in my palm and charm me from fall to the river, that
Sadly, slowly reaches to rinse me away
As if the black keys can play our reflections together
And never keep our intertwined, tender touches, from falling from illusion
You baby, are my nightly callings, you baby, come dim my eyes and help me mercifully sleep
Conscience me your nervous hands and hold for me what we really need
My baby, put me down along this edge, along our edge, and feel my never ending heart bleed
Hold my balance, fit your fingers closed in my palm and charm me from fall to the river, that
Sadly, slowly reaches to rinse me away
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Along the Edge
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