Its Been A While Entangled as we break in We are angels with dreams to sin Starry eyed and purple lipped We cant fall when we already slipped We open windows and close doors Listening to far away tides and shores Stealing romance from dusty books We are angels with dreams of crooks Pockets filled with bells and sand Soft sounds in the palm of your hand Melting and shifting We cant help but drifting Floorboards get heavy above us Will anybody truly love us Bleeding blue and feeling red We are angels with dreams of the dead
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