Текст песни
How daylight bruises into night.
How every ordinary street feels holy underneath your feet.
It's unusual, this soft decay,
The way lost hours refuse away.
How long folds itself in two and makes a quiet home of you.
You trace the bruise along my wrist like something either loved or missed.
The hallway light burns faint and blue-light,
Better days and thoughts of you.
Your hair smells faintly of the sea,
And burnt clothes form a memory.
You kiss my cheek, then disappear,
How every ordinary street feels holy underneath your feet.
It's unusual, this soft decay,
The way lost hours refuse away.
How long folds itself in two and makes a quiet home of you.
You trace the bruise along my wrist like something either loved or missed.
The hallway light burns faint and blue-light,
Better days and thoughts of you.
Your hair smells faintly of the sea,
And burnt clothes form a memory.
You kiss my cheek, then disappear,