In the time of a cut-off breath
On a late summer evening
The angels left before
And their faces stained with white
I think it's too late
To confess to you that I'm hurting
In my dying heart
And my memories stained with white

If I get lost
Know that I will be yours
And in the hollow of her arms
Death will cradle us
Because if I get lost
It's only to remain yours
And in the hollow of her arms
Death will cradle us

The rain sticks to my temples
The lightning sings your descent
Snuggled against my life
Your laughter resonates and then flees
I think it's too late
To tell you that it hurts
My heart is not like before
Because it's slowly falling asleep

If I get lost
Know that I will be yours
And in the hollow of her arms
Death will cradle us
Because if I get lost
It's only to remain yours
And in the hollow of her arms, death will cradle us

If I get lost
Know that I will be yours
And in the hollow of her arms
Death will cradle us
Because if I get lost
It's only to remain yours
And in the hollow of her arms, death will cradle us

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