Kindling to Cremation
My ears are ringing
I wasnt sure if you had it in you
its a flat sky, theres no shadows
I can hear the wrinkles whisper in your dress
Dont hear the ringing, just the wind kissing your ears
Cause this is how you pass the time away
as the kindling to my cremation
we dont hear the ringing, just the wind kissing our ears
Cause this is how you pass the time away