the sound of crashing cars.
all our love came out of the woodwork.
all our strength came out of the woodwork.
when darkness crashes against it.
as it rings beneath the sound
the melody, it carries on
all our love came out of the woodwork.
all our strength came out of the woodwork.
when darkness crashes against it.
it’s a cruel, cruel trick
when we lose everything else.
the sound of your breathing hits my ears.
all our love came out of the woodwork.
all our strength came out of the woodwork.
all our trust came out of the woodwork.
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