LYRIC



Release my hands
Put them where they should be
On night of sighs mutually
The candles and sights of your paints
Oh how things used to be
Makes it hard at me
See my face
It must be a grief
Of the horror
That she’d said she’ll become
But not when she set me free
Were it meant to hurt?
What it means to heal?
More than the sun
More than the sun
More than the dreams that she hide
The cause is secret
I never lay it back
I have my head so full of pride on
You don’t fill up the past
Feel my eyes
And not how they should be
The crossing of her burn upon my face
Just like they said they’d be
When she’d finished with me
It’s how she’d meant to be
More than the sun
More than the sun
More than the dreams that I hide
More than the sun
More than the sun
More than the dreams

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