i remember every time you left
the stones stacked on my chest
and i stood still
weighted, waiting
for your name to pass through
some messenger’s lips
so it’s strange that it should come to this
that we are strangers once again
the blood
& the bones
i remember every time you left
the stones stacked on my chest
and i stood still
weighted, waiting
for your name to pass through
some messenger’s lips
so it’s strange that it should come to this
that we are strangers once again
the blood
& the bones
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