Artist : 88, THE
Album : The 88
Album : The 88
Iʼm a habit
Youʼre some running joke
Iʼm not worth repeating
Youʼre fixed but not broke
But in that nothing
To where I was led
I searched for your reasons
But found mine instead
I had my eyes wide open
My mouth was dry
I saw the sunlight choking
On blackened skies
And when the dark came crashing
I was swallowed whole
And in the moonlight flashing
A diamond in the coal
Cursed are hands that
Touched on your skin
And cursed are the eyes
That have seen where youʼve been
But out of curses
Old sailors were shown
Thereʼs more than one wind to
Carry you home
Youʼre some running joke
Iʼm not worth repeating
Youʼre fixed but not broke
But in that nothing
To where I was led
I searched for your reasons
But found mine instead
I had my eyes wide open
My mouth was dry
I saw the sunlight choking
On blackened skies
And when the dark came crashing
I was swallowed whole
And in the moonlight flashing
A diamond in the coal
Cursed are hands that
Touched on your skin
And cursed are the eyes
That have seen where youʼve been
But out of curses
Old sailors were shown
Thereʼs more than one wind to
Carry you home
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