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Breathe - Jordan Reyne

Hope springs like a rare disease to my lovers eyes
Doesn't know if he cuts the trees he can't reach the skies
His hand wont warm to mine just 'cos I believe
I watch the time rot, like my heart, when I breathe.
Will he touch my face again like it's made of gold?
Or run like the yearling does when bullets break the cold

Love twists like a rusty nail in the flesh of the young
The fear that you will fall and fail lies frozen in the sun
His hand wont warm to mine just 'cos I believe
I watch the time rot, like my heart, when I breathe.
I just twist in suspended bliss in a whirlpool of time
Perpetuate in your images because hope is blind.

So where are you when he sky falls?
You stand in a field you made of stone
You look for crucifixion
So choke on fears you chose to own
And I waste my time
Because hope is blind

Hope springs like a rare disease to my lovers eyes
Doesn't know if he cuts the trees he can't reach the skies
His hand wont warm to mine just 'cos I believe
I watch the time rot, like my heart, when I breathe.

I just twist in suspended bliss in a whirlpool of time
Perpetuate in your images because hope is blind.