There's a place inside each tear, that you'd shed for me in fear of my knowing all the darkness that you sang to every night.
You're pale white, it's dressed in bones and skin it shoxs, it's not a feeling that you own.
We were a playground not a home, but it was worse to be alone.

I've got a long way to go.
I've got to carry you load.
I had a heart too heavy to hold.
You were my playground and I was your home.

My love digs deep, inside my mindless numbing sleep, and builds a pillow for the soul, an endless gaping quiet hole, that drowns the shadows from their walls.

I've got a long way to go.
I've got to carry you home.
I had a heart too heavy to hold.
You were my playground and I was your home.

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