Secret Sun

[00:29.20] Words fall short to make blood run red
[00:32.58] The blank page and the heart that beats dead
[00:36.66] Resuscitating useless dead ends
[00:40.58] Letters from a prison cell bleed black
[00:44.24] Darkness illustrated, empty inside
[00:49.28] Could I have stretched my hand to pull you back?
[00:53.32] Could I have spoken a word to dry your tears at last?
[00:57.95] Slip through my fingers, orphaned from home
[01:02.76] I am truly alone
[01:05.61] Are there ears to hear me
[01:09.25] Crying out in the dark?
[01:13.75] Is there a hand to pull me
[01:17.43] Out of the sea, the sea of sorrow?
[01:21.48] Flatlines draw an attempt to color us right back together
[01:28.84] Nooses tying up loose ends like stories that were never penned
[01:35.69] Resuscitating useless dead ends
[01:44.92] Bleed Black
[01:54.74] My heart has hardened to stone
[02:02.08] I believe I am truly alone
[02:27.75] Could I have stretched my hand to pull you back?
[02:31.33] Could I have spoken a word to dry your tears at last?
[02:35.83] Slip through my fingers, orphaned from home
[02:40.18] I am truly alone
[02:43.85] Are there ears to hear me
[02:47.35] Crying out in the dark?
[02:51.97] Is there a hand to pull me
[02:56.22] Out of the sea, the sea of sorrow?
[03:00.41] Are there ears to hear me
[03:04.01] Crying out in the dark?
[03:08.54] Is there a hand to pull me
[03:12.56] Out of the sea, the sea of sorrow?
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