I. She talks about shadows as if they're something she cast
But for me the shadows are real
Some deserves my words, others deserves my silence
Some nights the war in my mind is loud
But her name screams louder
II. I never believed in anything nor believed in God
But i think at some point, i prayed to God
To let me exist in your orbit
Though every time i gaze into you
I feel like im swallowing dying stars
III. Yes, your voice. Listen. I cannot sin.
You were reading me that book written by Lang Leav
Leave, i cannot be seen.
All that light in your eyes and my exhaustion consuming me
And i am religiously spinning at the sound of your voice
And if that isn't enough I'm not sure what else God is looking for
