Last night my teeth fell out again - a dream of stress, a slumber fear. Bring all my ghosts to bed and then release the pressure when you are near. Midnight ship when down without a captain. Your subtle hands would save our souls...
(The sun would rise, so too shall I).
I was there, but we don't see the closed eyes in the snow. They're covered right over now. And I don't care to try and be someone else's dreams dealt out.
I move my tribe up towards the White North, homesteader lifestyle and nothing more. Over-saturations of a past life I've tossed behind, it's for the birds. My teeth still dance around my jawline - every night, I keep on losing more...
(The sun would rise, so too shall I. The burn would die and burn my eyes).
We were there, but I don't see the closed eyes in the snow. They're covered right over now. (Up and hide all your prying eyes). And no one cares to try and be someone else's dreams dealt out. The black hand or the curse. You would stare at your feet with nowhere else to hide...
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