If I had to sum you up in a couple of words, I would not be able to
Where the feelings stem is far beyond dialect, its somewhat beautiful
Far too many thoughts clashing til there is not one, every time I act surprised
With my eyes is not the only way Im seeing you, cut them out and I would still have you in my view
You are etched into my skull til the vultures come
And gather up my bones and fly south for the winter
You are etched into my soul til the vultures come
And gather up my bones and fly south for the winter