Blue Lines
π΅ 258 characters
β±οΈ 2:24 duration
π ID: 11162205
π Lyrics
Try to pick up the bones of a fragile skeleton, the ashes will paint your hands with blue lines of sorrow.
Truth is slipping out from my mouth like black cold water.
Now I know that my favourite blanket was made of lies and that all its warm was just denial.
Truth is slipping out from my mouth like black cold water.
Now I know that my favourite blanket was made of lies and that all its warm was just denial.