Two feet standing on a principle
Two hands longing for each others warmth
Cold smoke seeping out of colder throats
Darkness falling
Leaves nowhere to go
I'll wrap up my bones
And leave them out of this home
Out on the road´
Two feet standing on a principle
Two hands longing for each others warmth
Cold smoke seeping out of colder throats
Darkness falling
Leaves nowhere moves.
It's spiraling down
Biting words like a wolf howling
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