Your Apocalypse

Crooked Fingers

In my dreams every time

your apocalypse is mine

With you 'live', with you 'die'

Keep you near me for all time to last the end of days

to never let you go

Draggin by, times a blur

saddest song I never heard

Softly played, sweet and low

Here's the love I never show you

cold that drifts away

Never to be known

And like a Great Lake draining

echoes in the space you're leaving

I cant sleep at all for miles away, game on

over lines and out of reach

I leave what's done alone, end the day

Dragging by, times a blur

Saddest song I never heard

softly played, sweet and low

There's the promises I've sold you,

rolled to slip away, to coldly come undone

So when my dreams, I am sure,

my apocalypse is yours

so my friend, count me in

If I come to you again, to drag along

And like a Great Lake draining

echoes in the space you're leaving

I cant sleep at all

The road away is taking you, from me, only

leave what's done alone

and on the days we gave all

on the traces all i keep

Burning down the light of all those empathies

We end our days

**some parts i couldnt quite make out, sorry **