School Of Seven Bells
Heart Is Strange
Lately the daysFeel more like spirits to chaseMy nights are full of strangersAnd even stranger endsMy love, there comes a time in everythingWhen these silent grips become ingrainedAs the grooves assembled on your skinThe machine of willThat shakes me constantlyMakes the silence behind meSnarl like a swarm of beesMy love, the heart is strange and dissonantI know I should be happier nowThan I've ever beenBut stillness weighs heavy and cold on my skinDarling, you've got to shake thisShape you've been drifting inOh I used to think that this rage was livingBut that movement feigns a lull so deceivingWhen nothing has changed in your lifeMy love, there comes a time in everythingWhen these silent grips become ingrainedAs the grooves assembled on your skin
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