I can touch your skin and smell your hair.
The way your body is laid out in fragments,
I can crumble the pieces to put you back together again.
And that smile matches the portraits you hang on the wall.
The last of the shadow, the closing of the victim.
Sleeping so silently, your body trembles to your nightmares.
How beautiful it could be, to sleep in a bed of roses.
Where angels aren't feared.
Like the music you sway too, it rains gently in your ears.
Your eyes become heavy because of the tears.
And the streams wash that smile off your face.
Now you don't know which way to lay.
Miracles don't happen over night, but I can promise you this.
All the good I see in you and you're suffocating it.
Breathe and let it all out, let the music of love sway back into your soul.
Vibrant, love (on high) and full reverse.
We sing in harmony. Now everything is better you see?
The wolves don't come around no more, no.
All you have now are the doves singing at your door.
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