Funeral For A Friend - Bend Your Arms To Look Like Wings |
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Bend Your Arms To Look Like Wings
Funeral For A Friend As the sun sets On battlefields I hope you can save me I hope you can save our wounded hearts Distance makes my heart seem older Distance makes my heart seem colder Just enough to cut the air from your lungs As the sun sets (we push and pull apart) (from your lungs) On battlefields (enough for this to end) I hope your can save me (from ourselves) Denial in the arms of our saviours Just enough to cut the air from your lungs And my heart is torn to pieces I hope you can save us from ourselves (from your lungs) As the sun sets On battlefields I hope you can save me I hope you can save our wounded hearts And paper cuts and bloody hands And paper cuts and bloody hands In the middle, they would meet In the middle, they would meet |
