Cold Specks - Winter Solstice lyrics

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We fell from a dying tree

We wait for it to leave

I wanna be, I wanna be

Leave ashes for borrowed instruments and borrowed hearts

We will pass them on to every saint and dead lover

I have my God so give me my ghosts

Sons and daughters,

may you kill what my blind heart could not

Sons and daughters,

may you kill what my blind heart could not

Sons and daughters,

may you kill

I saw your grandfather's death on the news

Remembered when you took me to your room

You put your hand over your chest

Swore that the fire would rage

Whoa I...

I put my hand over my chest, sons and daughters

I put my hand over my chest, sons and daughters

I put my hand over my chest, sons and daughters

Swore that the fire would rage

Yeah, you know better ways to fall

Yeah, you know better ways to fall

You know better ways to fall

You knock me down, knock me down

Put my cold hand over my cold heart

Turn the fire and die whoa

Turn the fire and die whoa

Turn the fire to die

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