Spitshine Sonata

Lyrics

I lost my voice in the fire I burned my eyes staring at your eclipse I was just a child, my father's favorite My father's favorite Such delicate arms, keep reaching toward The horizon As we keep starving for this beauty We are sick with distance Grieving for his failure We are sick with distance Starving for this beauty We are sick with distance We are sick with distance We are sick with distance We are sick with distance You keep me on my knees Waiting for, waiting for You keep me on my knees Mummified in your arms You keep me on my knees Waiting for, begging for This is the last chance that you will get To sing my name into his chest I lost my voice in the fire I burned my eyes staring at your eclipse I was just a child, my father's favorite Such delicate arms, keep reaching toward The horizon Only the deaf find peace Only the blind won't reach Only the deaf find peace Only the blind won't reach