Testo Dissipate

And so begins, the bitter wind's
Cutting up my brittle hands
And heavy heaving hearts will stop again
I've made a name to call me by
And see it with your own two eyes
I don't think that your love was ever here
And now I'm in a darker place
Where light has no room to escape And hearts will glow to create something safe
A dream of sorts
You're on the porch and talking to the moon
And he says "every little thing will be okay"


And you will wonder why it's not
And while your heart begins to rot
All the love you had for me will dissipate
And all the branches in the yard
Growing fungus, going far
Things will start to finally create a face