Mashlin - 66 Books Of Cleansing lyrics

As tones of water creep Photographs she gave to me. On the long road I fell asleep On patterns in the street I have been pacing for weeks. Falling short on the words I spoke And I never meant like this And I never meant like this Books of cleansing Words I've longed to her to speak Growing tired of stirring dreams To love her selflessly To love her always Not to worry Not to worry How refreshing