Songs that appear in my head out of thin air. Guitar-focused mostly.
Lyrics
She was my church with broken windows
with ruins in her arms
her rooftop open to the sky
and her last flower growing behind the trapdoor under the cross
She was my wind coming from cold mountains
with broken leaves in her hair
her back a borrowed rainbow
and her last teardrop floating like a shadow in the night
I’ll dive into it, break my hands
I’ll carry her with me, although she tries to die again
She was my light with borrowed view
with seconds left to burn
her eyes up to the stars
and her last breath embracing the world’s thankful lie
let her try
let her try again
I’ll dive into it, break my hands
I’ll carry her with me, although she tries to die again
freedom dares youth
trust breeds love again
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