Running down, slowing down
trains by my hometown.
Streetlights alight dice made of my bones.
Shaking head, shaking hands I try to hide out
in the pockets full of your stones.
Simmering, shimmering down on the highway, radio says it's the part of my heart.
Lift you hand, I mixed red with my own colours.
Don't you try to take it to part?
Baby,
you're the only one I want to trust.
Baby, don't you ever turn us to the dust?
I would pray, I would say if the words change things.
The hollow rings the hollowest noise.
You're the glass in the mess, you're the hangover,
but in the end that's just my choice.
Baby, you're the only one I want to trust.
Baby, I won't let your body turn to dust.
Baby, you're the only one that I can trust.
baby
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