blood
an unfinished fragment
as faint as the smell of lingnin
i lift the waters to find you
fold back the curling waves
words are what breaks and binds us
come blood
in the latter days
blood
an unfinished fragment
as faint as the smell of lingnin
i lift the waters to find you
fold back the curling waves
words are what breaks and binds us
come blood
in the latter days