Witch Of The Waste - Landing Planes In Hurricanes lyrics

Your voice cuts right through the room with a reckless distinction. All other voices holding tongues, in love, in fragile fingers: spreading wide and stretching miles and miles and miles..... Come closing in. Was it love? Was it less or more? I poured myself into every kiss and now I'm out of me. Such simple sounds sing a cold lullaby which is sinking you to sleep. When my gloves drop and my knuckles glow white I'll be the first to sing: We are all singing. All of us.....