Acorn Kindling To Cremation
My ears are ringing I wasn't sure if you had it in you it's a flat sky, there's no shadows I can hear the wrinkles whisper in your dress
Don't hear the ringing, just the wind kissing your ears
'Cause this is how you pass the time away as the kindling to my cremation
we don't hear the ringing, just the wind kissing our ears 'Cause this is how you pass the time away
