Fire of the photographs we never printed and never lived, is flailing in our past lives' hearts
Every mountain I drag my aimless corpse with eyes that light up with the bonfire, we're always apart
Then I meet you when I fall asleep to feel your sincerity, and that warmth is what keeps me asleep
As the Black Sea roars
The salt burns our sores
How were we to know that thick skins heal slow?
There's nothing ordinary about us, and it's fitting I have terrors in the morning and not night
When the sunlight hits my face it perpetuates the pain that I feel when you are on mind
Oh
How were we to know that thick skins heal slow?
If healing is letting you go
I'll keep the wound alive with my vain flame of sorrow
Oh
How were we to know that thick skins heal slow?
Deniz of the Bees - Thick Skins Lyrics
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Fire of the photographs we never printed and never lived, is flailing in our past lives' hearts
Every mountain I drag my aimless corpse with eyes that light up with the bonfire, we're always apart
Then I meet you when I fall asleep to feel your sincerity, and that warmth is what keeps me asleep
As the Black Sea roars
The salt burns our sores
How were we to know that thick skins heal slow?
There's nothing ordinary about us, and it's fitting I have terrors in the morning and not night
When the sunlight hits my face it perpetuates the pain that I feel when you are on mind
Oh
How were we to know that thick skins heal slow?
If healing is letting you go
I'll keep the wound alive with my vain flame of sorrow
Oh
How were we to know that thick skins heal slow?
Every mountain I drag my aimless corpse with eyes that light up with the bonfire, we're always apart
Then I meet you when I fall asleep to feel your sincerity, and that warmth is what keeps me asleep
As the Black Sea roars
The salt burns our sores
How were we to know that thick skins heal slow?
There's nothing ordinary about us, and it's fitting I have terrors in the morning and not night
When the sunlight hits my face it perpetuates the pain that I feel when you are on mind
Oh
How were we to know that thick skins heal slow?
If healing is letting you go
I'll keep the wound alive with my vain flame of sorrow
Oh
How were we to know that thick skins heal slow?
Writer: Dennis Aydemir
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