ANATOMY OF A GHOST - BEAUTY IS IN IT'S EMBRACE lyrics

rate me

Inside display of broken wings

So smooth

Porcelain face cracks and flakes away

Turns pulse

Flying down telephone lines to the pictures on your wall

Burning on contact

And the branches were stripped under

Waving overhead

In your breath there was the fire

Burning through the room

[Unclear]

And we won't come back under

Back drop of mountains

Above pastels

In flames that crawl up

Time wont stop for loss

It hits the back seat

Tearing fabric from the lines till the clouds come

To swallow the night

Leaving less piled on the floor

This one hands you the all we fall