Lyrics

Frail like dreams, I had crossed a thought – Thin line I'd never seen I know that dreams turn nails to leaves And this deceiver is someone I can't keep at bay So I blame me whenever I let my ghost stray I blame the honest man with his heart in his hand And I come harboring secrets in the night Knowing that beneath this skin lies a man waiting to come alive This is the sound thoughts make like ballads from the barrel of a gun And me "at my sky blue trades" fade back to whеre I came from I blame thе honest man with his heart in his hand