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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