Texty písní Conducting From The Grave

Conducting From The Grave

When Two Blood Types Coalesce

Two fingers hold a light, that in time will filter out all the bad times.

Cherishing a nourished future, holding onto letting go.

Saltwater expressions wash over a pale face, leaving the other to reflect it back.

A fold, a crease, a setting, all began with only a decline.

Crumbling barriers give way to an unbearable friction.

Cold shivers, their skin sticks to the barrels of their release leaving behind a trail of their types amongst the sheets.

Collect the remains, the families shall remember not to inconvenience, let sorrow set in with despair to dig the hole.

In a time when two blood types coalesce.

Smiles will never be so shallow again.

But rain in the light, undefined by the unbalanced