Blue Lines
๐ต 258 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:26 duration
๐ ID: 2663825
๐ 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.