Benoit Pioulard - Palimend lyrics

rate me

Oh dusk intended silences & corners pulling yellow

With valleys for their styluses & graphics for her fellow

Our Sunday morning starknesses sang false endearing senses

A frame of preening darknesses made mortar for their fences

It is not over, you just don`t know what you have done

When we`re nervous for all our sins in grainy wilted blessing

Deserved of whistling cardinal winds while gravity`s redressing

Oh smokepure strain of meeknesses & deathly-bound allying

Too many little sweetnesses, so much life in denying

I always wanted you to know I never wanted you to go

Your savior dies in empire glow but never tries to let it show<br />

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Thanks to razvan