If only I could shine then I could start to pull these teeth
Just glass roots, no heaven, the light through swamp, no gate to close
Take me backward lost feather, the light through swamp, no gate to close
Console your bastard heart with romance, as if everything might all at once unf*ck
Shallow wound, romance new horizons
Though you grey at the temples and turn to paper skin
There's hope beyond these deadlights, there's hope beyond these teeth