To Miss Catherine (A Birthday Gift. Sorry I Can't Do Better, but Still…)
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⏱️ 4:03 duration
🆔 ID: 2365179
📜 Lyrics
Hide out, it's certainly a safe place.
With the lights out and blankets shielding bodies from the cold.
I know that there exists polaroids of clothing that you used to wear.
Your skin constructed cities as it flaked into the stitches and the seams.
Dearest, you've left me with a closet where the moths digest a promise that I'll never tell a soul and I know that you know that.
We stack bricks we're building a brand new city where we will sleep softly and underwater.
Where we are all the same, we're breathless sculptures.
With the lights out and blankets shielding bodies from the cold.
I know that there exists polaroids of clothing that you used to wear.
Your skin constructed cities as it flaked into the stitches and the seams.
Dearest, you've left me with a closet where the moths digest a promise that I'll never tell a soul and I know that you know that.
We stack bricks we're building a brand new city where we will sleep softly and underwater.
Where we are all the same, we're breathless sculptures.
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:18.96] Hide out, it's certainly a safe place.
[00:22.50] With the lights out and blankets shielding bodies from the cold.
[00:27.19] I know that there exists polaroids of clothing that you used to wear.
[00:33.45] Your skin constructed cities as it flaked into the stitches and the seams.
[00:38.88] Dearest, you've left me with a closet where the moths digest a promise that I'll never tell a soul and I know that you know that.
[01:58.39] We stack bricks we're building a brand new city where we will sleep softly and underwater.
[02:38.35] Where we are all the same, we're breathless sculptures.
[02:47.34]
[00:22.50] With the lights out and blankets shielding bodies from the cold.
[00:27.19] I know that there exists polaroids of clothing that you used to wear.
[00:33.45] Your skin constructed cities as it flaked into the stitches and the seams.
[00:38.88] Dearest, you've left me with a closet where the moths digest a promise that I'll never tell a soul and I know that you know that.
[01:58.39] We stack bricks we're building a brand new city where we will sleep softly and underwater.
[02:38.35] Where we are all the same, we're breathless sculptures.
[02:47.34]