Beautiful Disaster

(альбом: Four° In Winter - 2021)

These edges hold me, where do I begin?
Sinking through the Earth that hugs me sweet as kin
I fold into a mould, I can't seem to keep this shape
Here as we came, ivory baths fix all my breaks

My healing has come from all the empty wilderness
The loneliness is far from safe
My temporary joys have come, but now that I'm awake
I'd rather be alone
I'd rather be alone with my echoes
(With my echoes, with my echoes)
With my echoes (With my echoes)
(With my, with my echoes)
(With my echoes)

These edges hold me, where do I begin?
Sinking through the Earth that hugs me sweet as kin
I fold into a mould, I can't seem to keep this shape
Here as we came, ivory baths fix all my breaks