Spitshine Sonata

I lost my voice in the fire
I burned my eyes staring at your eclipse
I was just a child
my father's favorite
my father's favorite
such delicate arms keep reaching towards the horizon
As we keep starving for this beauty,
we are sick with distance
starving for this beauty
we are sick with distance
grieving for his failure
we are sick with distance x4
you keep me on my knees
waiting for, waiting for
you keep me on my knees
mummified in your arms
you keep me on my knees
waiting for, begging for
this is the last chance that you will get
to breathe my name right through his chest
I lost my voice in the fire
I burned my eyes staring at your eclipse
I was just a child
My father's favorite
my father's favorite
such delicate arms keep reaching toward the horizon
Only the deaf find peace
only the blind won't reach
only the deaf find peace
only the blind won't reach