Counterparts - Thread Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Thread By Counterparts?
Your words grow cold and incoherent
And I'm searching for a fever That could lift me to the border of dementia My eyes are tired from surveying everything we used to share And I would sew them shut if I had any strength inside I remember every promise I've carved them into my spine I raise my hands to the sky and beg that this won't go unnoticed Though I know some fires are not meant to burn We are bred to flicker and fade, not to retreat into the earth Not to grow without remorse We douse ourselves with the moisture That we've drawn from the soil We breed and unleash We're our own natural disaster String me along like the thread that binds your ribcage Tie my limbs to the anchor, and be sure that I'm left alone to sink I will shine brighter than the sun I will forever be your torch Cast me away And in time I will set fire to the fibers that connect us My palms grow calloused from the cold I need your touch to cauterize Sustained by the flame of another The embers begin to reignite There's a hole in the heart that will never be filled The anguish will fall through your fingers Respect can manifest itself through misfortune I am alone, and the world carries on I am alone The world carries on and we don't deserve a second thought |
Who Wrote Thread By Counterparts?
Brendan Murphy, Jesse Diamond Doreen
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What's The Duration Of The Thread By Counterparts?The duration of Thread is 3:08 minutes and seconds. |
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